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 Here is Crisis Lyrics By Rich Chigga. This is Rich Chigga Crisis Lyrics ft. 21 Savage. The full lyrics.


Hook:
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
I got nothing on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your b---h “ayy, ayy, ayy”
Who produced that beat? “yeah, ayy, yuh”
Yessiree I did, ayy

Chorus:
Got that a-s on me
Sound like I’m from New York City
Airbnb, gon’ f--k 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 facing backwards “backwards, ayy”


Verse 1:
27 shows, I go through cities every now and then
I watch the crowd, they jumping, watching me “watching 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-living in my own home, father miss me I know
But also he know that I’m on a mission “mission”

Verse 2:
I got diamonds on my fist and s--t
Diamonds on my wrist and s--t
So icy, b---h, I’m colder than a freezer “bling-blaow”
My main b---h b------g “21”, side b---h tripping
B---h 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, n---a, off my beeper
Take this s--t to trial, n---a, 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 “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 hanging out, n---a that’s hip-hop “facts”
Car too fast, 12 can’t stop me “skrrt”
B---h too bad, hoes can’t f--k me “21”
You was running from the smoke, n---a, not me “on God”
Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it’s O.D. “21”

Chorus:
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
I got nothing on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your b---h “ayy, ayy, ayy”
Who produced that beat? “yeah, ayy, yuh”
Yessiree I did, ayy

Verse 3:
She act like a bird
I wear s--t 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 sitting in somebody’s BMW recording 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 learning how to live it “d--n”
People ’round him go in circles
Head is spinning 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

Hook:
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
Think ’bout money, then ’bout this
I got nothing on my wrist but I’ll still gladly take your b---h “ayy, ayy, ayy”
Who produced that beat? “yeah, ayy, yuh”
Yessiree I did, ayy

Chorus:
Got that a-s on me
Sound like I’m from New York City
Airbnb, gon’ f--k 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 facing backwards “backwards, ayy”
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