Brian - Crisis lyrics

[Chorus: Rich Chigga] Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b**h (ayy, ayy, ayy) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh) Yessiree I did, ayy [Post-Chorus: Rich Chigga] Got that a** on me Sound like I'm from New York City Airbnb, gon' f** in it She know that I do the music (music) Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up Tryna do my friends some favors Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy) [Verse 1: Rich Chigga] 27 shows, I go through cities every now and then I watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me) Cut, cut to days ago I'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig They wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe) They want me to come home, I can hear the drum roll But understand I'm out here for a reason Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I know But also he know that I'm on a mission (mission) [Verse 2: 21 Savage] I got diamonds on my fist and sh** Diamonds on my wrist and sh** So icy, b**h, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow) My main b**h b**hin' (21), side b**h trippin' b**h I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepers I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21) Made a million dollars with Adidas (21) Can't have a ticket, n***a, off my beeper (21) Take this sh** to trial, n***a, I'm gon' beat it Spilt my lean, it got me heated Say it one time, I don't repeat it Baby, get down on your knees and eat it, (wow) eat it, eat it Walking out of Louis V with the big box Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop Young Savage walk around with the big Glock (21) With that .30 hangin' out, n***a that's hip-hop (facts) Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt) b**h too bad, hoes can't f** me (21) You was running from the smoke, n***a, not me (on God) Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21) [Chorus: Rich Chigga] Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b**h (ayy, ayy, ayy) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh) Yessiree I did, ayy [Verse 3: Rich Chigga] She act like a bird I wear sh** made out of fur Your man say he getting money Claim that he's entrepreneur Fast car like Fast & Furious She throw it back, DeLorean I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin' this Not my whip, not my whip Rather walk or take a Lyft On a trip, I hit the strip That made me sad and then I dip Ayy, Brian learnin' how to live it (damn) People 'round him go in circles Head is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe) Used to play the drums though Never liked it, no, no Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture Rap-rap on my own beats so One hundred percent goes Straight to my li'l pockets and I keep it [Chorus: Rich Chigga] Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your b**h (ayy, ayy, ayy) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh) Yessiree I did, ayy [Post-Chorus: Rich Chigga] Got that a** on me Sound like I'm from New York City Airbnb, gon' f** in it She know that I do the music (music) Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up Tryna do my friends some favors Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)