'crISIS' Lyrics

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

Then I crash

Then I crash

Then I crash

Then I crash

Then I crash

It's a crisis (uh-huh)

Benihana chef had chopped it up like ISIS (mhm)

All these youngins way too soft they not gon' bite shit

And heard you smoking rocks you smoking boulders trying to pipe shit (then I crash)

Why the fuck you getting defensive trying to fight shit? (uh-huh)

I'm just telling you the facts and you ain't right bitch (phew)

I'm just telling you the facts and you a dyke bitch (phew)

I'm just telling you the facts and you a dyke bitch

We get bitches out of hiding my jewellery shining (buh buh yeah)

I just put this bitch in Eichen Margiela slides (hah huh)

And I get racks to just go write that I'm in a Cayenne (hah huh)

You look gay boy you's a Brighton you think I'm lying

Watch them start to picking sides why I never liked them

I get paid to go outside love it when they hyping

Timber boots on me I'm hiking I see the rising (yeah-ah)

They stay thinking I be high but I'm really vibing (woah)

Got her super wet Poseidon I'm super sliding (woah)

At my job these hoes was trying it had me sighing (woah)

Finger fucked this hoe so hard that she started crying (yeah)

Yeah I send this bitch a heart but I never like her

I'm in my zone

I think I'm in love with this oxy

I think I'm in love its approxi- (woo)

I be on these drugs till the morning (woo)

Fuck my money up I was horny (up)

I be pulling up with brown shorties

They from Bharat kingdom KB12 he got them lit (woo)

I be in my room constantly dropping all these hits (woo yeah)

I be stacking up my money like the obelisk (woo yeah)

Yeah how this sound like you? How you never miss?

They say Santé how you do it? How you drop these hits?

I just stay up in my room studio in my crib

'Finna rock out all these shows when I get into it (yuh)

She drink stupid lean stupid gut she really stupid

Yeah I'm stupid cocky 'cuz I sip that dirty juice

Y'aint been on the news your bitch drinking booze

My bitch drinking protein shakes matcha in her juice (yuh)

I been running money up you think I'm a Jew

Fuck these bitches tummy-tucked 'cuz they really loose

Let your bitty choose this is not no gimmick

When I'm with her sixty seconds feel like fifteen minutes

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

It's a crisis (uh-huh)

Benihana chef had chopped it up like ISIS (mhm)

All these youngins way too soft they not gon' bite shit

And heard you smoking rocks you smoking boulders trying to pipe shit (then I crash)

Why the fuck you getting defensive trying to fight shit? (uh-huh)

I'm just telling you the facts and you ain't right bitch (phew)

I'm just telling you the facts and you a dyke bitch (phew)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

(Throw my fit and then I crash)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)

(Throw my fit and then I crash)

(I throw my fit and then I crash)