[Chorus: Yvngxchris ]

Bitch I'm in L.A
Posted with Crisis
I seen a lil bad ass bitch
Get behind it
I pull off in a hellcat
N***a I'm Flyin'
Got racks in my pocket
These jeans Number Nine
I'm livin' a fraud
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 him to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got the 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 momma cried

[Verse 1 : Yvngxchris]

So I got to avoid 'em
Bitch I will never be cuffin' these bitches just fuckin' these bitches
That's jus' out of boredom
Boy do not play wit' yo' luck
I do not give a fuck
I'mma grab my lil stick and I torch 'em
Damn, I just might hop out a Porsche
I shoot a n***a after that I record 'em
[Verse 2: Crisis]

Yeah
Then I record 'em
Crisis come back and you know that I'm goin'
Feelin' 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 6 n***as with me no Drake
Get to the bag, get right to the cake
Some of these n***as they really snakes


[Verse 3: Yvngxchris]

Yeah they be snakes
We cut the grass up
Shawty gon shake it, reverse, throw the back up
Boy you be bitchin' , you just act tough
Where is yo sack at
Go get your racks up n***a

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm in L.A
Posted with Crisis
I seen a lil bad ass bitch
Get behind it
I pull off in a hellcat
N***a I'm Flyin'
Got racks in my pocket
These jeans Number Nine
I'm livin' a fraud
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 him to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got the 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 momma cried
[Verse 4: Crisis]

He finna cry tonight, cry today
Shawty want me but I'm never the same
A Avatar n***a feelin' like Aang
That n***a talkin' he don't want no problems
Cook on the stove and I'm not talking 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 god damn 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 going ​so viral? I see you all day god damn man"

Shhhhh
"God damn man"
"How the fuck you do that shit?"
Hit from the back
Shawty 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 bad ass bitch
Get behind it
I pull off in a hellcat
N***a I'm Flyin'
Got racks in my pocket
These jeans Number Nine
I'm livin' a fraud
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 him to the sky
If a n***a run up
I got the 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 momma cried