Crisis (feat. 21 Savage)

[Rich Chigga]

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

[Rich Chigga]

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)

[Rich Chigga]

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 call 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)

[21 Savage]

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)

[Rich Chigga]

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

[Rich Chigga]

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

That 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 li'l pockets and I keep it

[Rich Chigga]

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

[Rich Chigga]

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)