[Intro]
Perfect

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it
I pulled off in a Hellcat, n***a, I'm flyin'
Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine
I'm leavin' 'em fried
I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried
That lil' n***a tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n***a Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n***a like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n***a really hittin' shit, now his mama cried

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
So I got to avoid 'em
Bitch, I would never be cuffin' these bitches
Just fuckin' these bitches, that's just out of boredom
Boy, do not play with your luck
I do not give a fuck, I'ma grab my lil' stick and I torch 'em
Damn, I might just hop out the Porsche
I shoot a n***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 fuck a bitch and then she be moanin'
N***as be talkin', but they really hate
I got six n***as with me, no Drake
Get to the bag and right to the cake
Some of these n***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 bitchin', you just act tough
Where is your sack at? Go get your racks up, n***a

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it
I pulled off in a Hellcat, n***a, I'm flyin'
Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine
I'm leavin' 'em fried
I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried
That lil' n***a tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n***a Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n***a like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n***a really hittin' shit, now his mama cried
[Verse 4: ilycrisis]
He finna cry tonight, cry today
Shawty want me, but I'm never the same
An avatar n***a, feelin' like Aang
That n***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 n***a talkin', we cook him like bacon

[Verse 5: yvngxchris]
And I got bands in my goddamn hands, man
Flip a n***a upside down, like a handstand
Glock finna hit a n***a, make a n***a do a dance, man
She like the fashion, Evisu 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 fuck you be goin' so viral? I see you all day, goddamn man"
Shh, goddamn man, how the fuck you do that shit?
Hit from the back, shorty a catfish
Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted up with Crisis, I'll tell you what happened

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it
I pulled off in a Hellcat, n***a, I'm flyin'
Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine
I'm leavin' 'em fried
I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried
That lil' n***a tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n***a Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n***a like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n***a really hittin' shit, now his mama cried