Crisis (Feat. 21 Savage)

歌詞

Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ay, ay, ay) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ay, yuh) Yessiree I did, ay Got that ass on me Sound like I'm from New York City Airbnb, gon' fuck in it She know that I do the music (music) Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up Tryna do my friends some favors Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ay) 27 shows, I go through cities every now and then I watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me) Cut, cut to days ago I'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig They wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ay, recipe) They want me to come home, I can hear the drum roll But understand I'm out here for a reason Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I know But also he know that I'm on a mission (mission) I got diamonds on my fist and shit Diamonds on my wrist and shit So icy, bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow) My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch trippin' Bitch I love y'all both but none of y'all ain't no keepers I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21) Made a million dollars with Adidas (21) Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper (21) Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it Spilt my lean, it got me heated Say it one time, I don't repeat it Baby, get down on your knees and eat it, (wow) eat it, eat it Walking out of Louis V with the big box Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop Young Savage walk around with the big Glock (21) With that .30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts) Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt) Bitch too bad, hoes can't fuck me (21) You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God) Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21) Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ay, ay, ay) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ay, yuh) Yessiree I did, ay She act like a bird I wear shit made out of fur Your man say he getting money Claim that he's entrepreneur Fast car like Fast and Furious She throw it back, DeLorean I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin' this Not my whip, not my whip Rather walk or take a Lyft On a trip, I hit the strip That made me sad and then I dip Ay, Brian learnin' how to live it (damn) People 'round him go in circles Head is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe) Used to play the drums though Never liked it, no, no Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture Rap-rap on my own beats so One hundred percent goes Straight to my li'l pockets and I keep it Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think 'bout money, then 'bout this I got nothin' on my wrist but I'll still gladly take your bitch (ay, ay, ay) Who produced that beat? (yeah, ay, yuh) Yessiree I did, ay