Crown Royal - Rittz

See what’s goin' on in this mothafucker

Bitch pass me that mothafuckin blunt mothafuckin' trippin'

God damn lame, let me see what’s goin' on.

What’s happenin'

Check it out we taking shots, posted up

Drinking that Crown we toasting cups

Bitches looking at us like they so in love, they about to go uncut,

no one’s frustrated we faded we celebrating life cause we made it we elevated

and we smoking bud

The party doesn’t end until we sober up

'Til your ladies layin' naked on the sofa drunk

Better come on in, get inside

Slick brought the pills Rowdy Bizzle brought the white

When I mix em' it’s a feeling that I can’t describe

But I guess I’ll give my best to try

Daily shit can get too heavy to carry so every now and then my body needs the

opposite of exercise

So I pull the plastic wrapper off the cap of my

Crown Royal bottle, somewhere in Gwinnett you’ll find me

Chilling

I’m high

I’m feeling

Sublime

No killing

My vibe

If you’re drinking raise your glasses high

Cause we ain’t trippin' on the past or the afterlife

Cause right now we sippin' on that Crown Royal

Drunk when I pulled up, they already know what’s in my cup, they know I’m

sippin' on that Crown Royal

This ain’t no champagne, they already know what’s in my drank

I pull that crown up outta that purple bag

Crown up outta that purple bag

Crown up outta that purple bag

That purple bag

They know I’m sippin' on that Crown Royal

We’ve been turned up all day long, long day off

We gon' drink until the alcohol is gone

Neighbors saying that they’re going to call the law

I ain’t tripping on that blasé blah

Playing music loud as fuck and the house is a cloud of smoke

These hoes be showing titties like they been at Mardis Gras

Her song came on I guess that’s when her bra came off

We gon' party all night like we got insomnia

Red cups in hand, some got spilled, I’m on tilt my eyes on slant

Lightweight drinkers they don’t stand a chance

They’re about to make a crash landing, trying to keep up with me Going shot for

shot is not the move

My tolerance is through the roof I’m like a champion

Shot king wanna hang out bring a bottle of some Crown Royal

Bout' to go whole ham, oh man I’m

Nothing better than a bottle you just bought off the shelf

And you see the logo with the golden crown that sits on the pillow

You run your fingernail across the sticker right in the middle

And take the bottle out the bag and save the baggy for later

Maybe to put your weed inside or hide your jewelry or paper

You make a mixer with some soda or you shootin it straight up

With the reserve or the black or maple original flavor

You know that shit is my favorite, no other whiskey is player

Like that Crown

They know I’m sippin' on that

They know I’m sippin' on that

They know I’m sippin' on that