Lyrics Crown Royal - Rittz

See what's goin' on in this mothafucker
Bitch, pass me that motherfuckin' blunt, mothafuckin' trippin'
(Shut the fuck up, you just passed me the motherfuckin' blunt!)
That goddamn lighter, let me see what's goin' on, what's happenin'

Ya-uh-yeah
Ya-uh-yeah
Ya-uh-yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Check it out, we takin' shots, posted up
Drinkin' that Crown we toastin' 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 hella faded, and we smokin' bud
The party doesn't end until we sober up
Tell ya ladies lay up naked on the sofa drunk
Better come on in, get inside
Slicc brought the pills, Rowdy Beezal brought the white
When I mix 'em, it's a feeling that I can't describe
But I guess I'll give my best a try
Barely shit can get too heavy to carry
So every now and then my body needs a opposite of exercise
So I pull the plastic wrapper off the cap of my Crown Royal bottle
Somewhere in Gwinnett, you'll find me chillin'

I'm high
I'm feelin' sublime
No killin' my vibe
If you drinkin', raise your glasses high
'Cause we ain't trippin' on the past or the afterlife

'Cause right now we sippin' on that (Crown Royal)
Yeah, drunk when I threw 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 drink
I pull that Crown up outta that purple bag
Crown up outta that purple
Crown up outta that purple bag
That purple bag
They know I'm sippin' on that (Crown Royal)
Ya-uh-yeah

Yeah, we been turned up all day long, long day off
We going to drink until the alcohol is gone
Neighbors sayin' that they gonna call the law
I ain't trippin' on that blasé blah
Playin' music loud as fuck and the house is a cloud of smoke
These hoes be showing titties like they been in Mardi Gras
Her song came on, I guess that's when her bra came off
We going to 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 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 when I hang out, bring a bottle of some Crown Royal
About to gung-ho ham, oh man

I'm chillin'
I'm high
I'm feelin' sublime
No killin' my vibe
If you drinkin', raise your glasses high
'Cause we ain't trippin' on the past or the afterlife

'Cause right now we sippin' on that (Crown Royal)
Yeah, drunk when I threw 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 drink
I pull that Crown up outta that purple bag
Crown up outta that purple
Crown up outta that purple bag
That purple bag
They know I'm sippin' on that (Crown Royal)
Ya-uh-yeah
Ya-uh-yeah

Take a little drink
(Hell no, you know I don't really drink)
Take a little shot with me
(No, no, no, I get a little crazy)
Shit, take a motherfuckin' shot, then!

Nothin' 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 that baby for later
Maybe to put your weed inside it, hide your jewelry or paper
You may go mix it 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