Rittz - Crown Royal lyrics

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 sit's 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