Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crisis, artist - Rich Brian. Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crisis |
| 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 (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Who produced that beat? |
| (Yeah, ayy, yuh) |
| Yessiree I did, ayy |
| 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, ayy) |
| 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?» |
| (Ayy, 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 ya’ll 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 (ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Who produced that beat? |
| (yeah, ayy, yuh) |
| Yessiree I did, ayy |
| 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 & 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, rhat made me sad and then I dip |
| Ayy, 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 'lil 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 (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Who produced that beat? |
| (Yeah, ayy, yuh) |
| Yessiree I did, ayy |
| 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, ayy) |