CRISIS Lyrics

I dont fuck with these pussies carol baskin

Feel like Babe Ruth, swing to me im swingin back bitch

Pull up to SA nigga, that be where im at bitch

I aint got no toolie but im still gon catch you lackin

What you lookin at?

Take that niggas glasses

Little bitch boy nigga get back to yo classes

Smokin on his pack

Turn em into ashes

Bitch we finna roll em up and light em wit some matches

Livin in a mansion

Sike nah bitch I aint livin in no mansion

Finna spend some money on a fit but aint no taxes

I aint making money but somehow im fuckin stackin

Yall niggas some clones like yall livin in the masses

Aye I keep it on the low

I dont need no jewelry cause im still fucking cold

Pull up to yo stoop im on that bike feel like deebo

Tuck yo fuckin chain we take yo shit from head to toe

Knock yo light like mike Tyson

We fightin

On sight, dark knight

Real violent

Check yo eyes, left and right

Ruined iris

Gunfight, bullet bite

Start a crisis

Knock yo light like mike Tyson

We fightin

On sight, dark knight

Real violent

Check yo eyes, left and right

Ruined iris

Gunfight, bullet bite

Start a crisis