Cry in a Rari

[Bizzy Crook]
(Verse 1)
Look I don’t do feelings or ceilings
i drop em , and pull up like nothing is getting to me
Lately I feel all these bitches be shady
So I just been focused just getting money
Now they quick to hop up in the Benz
they was fronting when I drove the Honda Civic
She might hate the way I did the bitch but she could never say that I was not the realist
I paid all her college bills
Bought her brand new Chanel
Said what I said
And she left me
On read
While she’s turnt up in Gainesville
Fuck whoever u been fucking out there
Made me feel like there ain’t nothing out here
How the fuck u tryna front on me yea
Helped you touch ur first 100 year
She was youngin tryna turn down for
What
Running shit until I met her got stuck
Brought her wit me just like snow on the bluff
Heart cold like there ain’t no one to trust
Damn, Money’s only thing that could save me
That’s why I’m Tryna get it on the daily
Turning Honda civics To Mercedes
Inside looking like bailys
Everyone seen how we came Up
Rumors in my City can’t phase me
If I don’t trust a bitch she can’t play me
I just gave her dick like Chainee
I don’t feel shit I’m sorry
I rather cry in a lamb or rari
I hit a lick, I’m balling
Cut a bad bitch off and she won’t stop calling

(Hook)
Cut a bad bitch off now she can’t stop calling
I don’t feel shit im sorry, aye
I rather Cry in a Lamb or a Rari, Oh no
Cut a bad bitch off now she can’t stop calling
I don’t feel shit im sorry, aye
I rather Cry in a Lamb or a Rari, I know