[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