​ilycrisis - Cry lyrics

[Intro] Perfect [Chorus: yvngxchris] b*tch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass b*tch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, ni**a, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these G's number nine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' ni**a tried I'm 'bout to call up my young ni**a Kato, send 'em to the sky If a ni**a run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a ni**a like some pie If I call up my shooter That ni**a really hittin' sh*t, now his mama cried [Verse 1: yvngxchris] So I got to avoid 'em b*tch, I would never be cuffin' these b*tches Just fu*kin' these b*tches, that's just out of boredom Boy, do not play with your luck I do not give a fu*k, I'ma grab my lil' stick and I torch 'em Damn, I might just hop out the Porsche I shoot a ni**a, after that I record 'em [Verse 2: ilycrisis] Yeah, then I record 'em Crisis got back and you know that I'm goin' Feel like Kobe, you know that I'm scorin' Might fu*k a b*tch and then she be moanin' ni**as be talkin', but they really hate I got six ni**as with me, no Drake Get to the bag and right to the cake Some of these ni**as, they really snakes [Verse 3: yvngxchris] Yeah, they be snakes, we cut the grass up Shorty gon' shake it, reverse, told her "Back up" Boy, you be b*tchin', you just act tough Where is your sack at? Go get your racks up, ni**a [Chorus: yvngxchris] b*tch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass b*tch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, ni**a, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these G's number nine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' ni**a tried I'm 'bout to call up my young ni**a Kato, send 'em to the sky If a ni**a run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a ni**a like some pie If I call up my shooter That ni**a really hittin' sh*t, now his mama cried [Verse 4: ilycrisis] He finna cry tonight, cry today Shawty want me, but I'm never the same An avatar ni**a, feelin' like Aang That ni**a talkin', he don't want no problems Cook on the stove and I'm not talkin' ramen Yeah, I got dreads on me like a Jamaican That ni**a talkin', we cook him like bacon [Verse 5: yvngxchris] And I got bands in my goddamn hands, man Flip a ni**a upside down, like a handstand Glock finna hit a ni**a, make a ni**a do a dance, man She like the fashion, the [?] on my pants, man I'm finna get to the bands, man Got hits on hits on hits, I'm really a band man They be like, "Chris, how the fu*k you be goin' so viral? I see you all day, goddamn man" Shh, goddamn man, how the fu*k you do that sh*t? Hit from the back, shorty a catfish b*tch, I'm in L.A. posted up with Crisis, I'll tell you what happened [Chorus: yvngxchris] b*tch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass b*tch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, ni**a, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these G's number nine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' ni**a tried I'm 'bout to call up my young ni**a Kato, send 'em to the sky If a ni**a run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a ni**a like some pie If I call up my shooter That ni**a really hittin' sh*t, now his mama cried