​yvngxchris
Cry
[Intro]
Perfect

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
B*t*h, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' bada** b*t*h 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' sh*t, now his mama cried

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
So I got to avoid 'em
B*t*h, I would never be cuffin' these b*t*hes
Just f**kin' these b*t*hes, that's just out of boredom
Boy, do not play with your luck
I do not give a f**k, 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 f**k a b*t*h 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 gra** up
Shorty gon' shake it, reverse, told her "Back up"
Boy, you be b*t*hin', you just act tough
Where is your sack at? Go get your racks up, n***a

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
B*t*h, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' bada** b*t*h 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' 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 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 f**k you be goin' so viral? I see you all day, goddamn man"
Shh, goddamn man, how the f**k you do that sh*t?
Hit from the back, shorty a catfish
B*t*h, I'm in L.A. posted up with Crisis, I'll tell you what happened

[Chorus: yvngxchris]
B*t*h, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis
I seen a lil' bada** b*t*h 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' sh*t, now his mama cried