ICU.FRXSTi! - Crisis Child (Prod. By Arman X Matt Spark) Lyrics

Ayy yuh Crisis ayy ayy

F*ck this shit I'm malfunctionin
Cause I'm always out here livin' off of it
Got a problem I'll tell you the opposite
Never comin' down I'm never off of it!
She get toxic dick
I love her but I'm takin' hostages
I got a problem livin' I'm a problem kid
I'm always smokin' on some fentanyl
And by sundown I'm a zombie kidd

Got some water on my wrist
I be callin on my bish
I keep talkin all my shit
I don't want it god she pissin me off
Oh my god ain't no talkin to a bish
She try to call me on my shit
Said I'm talking to her friends
Caught me droppin all the pins
Got her to the crib
Saw her droppin' all my shit
F*ck how I live!
I'ma get rich over this
Man it's riches no bitch
Cuz bitches they never stop comin' I'll never stop runnin' out of 'em if so ima dip
It is reallly really simple as this
Give em dick n then they spit
Put that swisher on her lip
Never trippin this bish really dig it I put dick all up in her rib
Dick in her kidney like gimme gimme she a Freak n She really be speakin' freaky tryna see me like this
Fiendin she sick
Poppin oxy on the weekend like this
Pocket watch me tryna see what i git
Call me father bish you see what I did
Caught me coppin thizz I prolly got some water I could drop a couple droplets all up on my wrist!
I'm smokin on fentanyl up in the fittin' room
N I don't fit in to it
I be sippin too
Litty as f*ckin titty too the VZ-52 will split you in to two
Talkin shit because I'm winnin' too
Docta' called me on my shit
He said he got a problem with me sippin gin or juice
Docta' I ain't really in the mood!
Grinnin' really I be sinnin too I got a pretty 2 piece in the livin' room n she be gettin' nudy
Gotta film it too cuz she be gettin' moody got her singin' too
I can sit n talk this shit to you
But I ain't really got a reason to
See me smokin out the spliff it's coo
But I turn around n hit that vintage too
Yee dat Bobby Brown I'm really hittin' snooze
It dont calm me down or stop me kickin too
Droppin out ain't talkin skippin skool
Better call me now I'm sippin' two
I'm like f*ck it f*ck it!
They keep checkin on me cause im slumped as f*ck nd then my head is gone
Nd if they really want it baby then they got it!
I was livin on it
Mama check in on him

F*ck this shit I'm malfunctioning
Cuz' I'm always out here livin' off of it
I got a problem I'll you the opposite
Never comin down I'm never off of it
She get toxic dick
I love her but I'm takin' hostages I got a problem Livin' I'm a problem kid
I'm always smokin on some fentanyl and by sundown I'm a zombie kidd!