Santé - '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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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)
F*ck 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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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)