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, n*gga, 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*gga tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n*gga Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n*gga run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n*gga 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 f*ckin' these b*tches, that's just out of boredom
Boy, do not play with your luck
I do not give a f*ck, I'ma grab my lil' stick and I torch 'em
Damn, I might just hop out the Porsche
I shoot a n*gga, 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*ck a b*tch and then she be moanin'
n*ggas be talkin', but they really hate
I got six n*ggas with me, no Drake
Get to the bag and right to the cake
Some of these n*ggas, 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, n*gga

[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, n*gga, 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*gga tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n*gga Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n*gga run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n*gga 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*gga, feelin' like Aang
That n*gga 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*gga talkin', we cook him like bacon

[Verse 5: yvngxchris]
And I got bands in my goddamn hands, man
Flip a n*gga upside down, like a handstand
Glock finna hit a n*gga, make a n*gga 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*ck you be goin' so viral? I see you all day, goddamn man"
Shh, goddamn man, how the f*ck 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, n*gga, 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*gga tried
I'm 'bout to call up my young n*gga Kato, send 'em to the sky
If a n*gga run up
I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a n*gga like some pie
If I call up my shooter
That n*gga really hittin' sh*t, now his mama cried