Outta Town KrispyLife Kidd & SSG Splurge

[Verse: SSG Splurge]
Yeah, Go
Yeah, we do guns with the gen 5's
Fucking on them hoes with pretty eyes, they got thick thighs
We don't got no smoke with pussy niggas, we make niggas cry
I go outta town, got plenty pistols, I bet niggas die
We don't do no drive-bys, we hope out get right with em' (yeah)
Every gun came with a scope, hope out and tap the middle (yeah)
Everything came with hair triggers, hope out clip a nigga
I got Supreme on my black forces, I'm finna kill the bitches
Hope them hoes don't try to set me up, I bet not kill them bitches
What we tote shit, that sit niggas down, one shot hit his liver

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My cup full of lean and a lil ice, I tell her hit my kidney
My feet swole, my ankles hurt the way I stand on business
You tender, I'll hurt yo feelings fuckin' on yo bitches
Gotta chill, I'll kill one of yo homies if you want that tension
Huh, you'll die for trolling, stay out my mentions
Huh, I pull up on yo block I let that (pft pft pft pft)
That hit yo chest, oh you wasn't that hip?
Spill bullets on his tee, that's how you kill that drip

[Verse 3: SSG Splurge]
Yeah, heard they call me goop
I'm mister flip a nigga whip
I got diamonds on my teeth, go to the jeweler if they chip
I got niggas deliver the smoke like a pizza man, I give out tips
We sell shit you gotta put right in yo hand, we cannot ship it
If this lil bitch ain't tryna' fuck on none of my mans, she cannot lick it
I can't stop, I'm rolling dope, the shit look like i'm doing whippets
We got trap phones, crickets
I got straps, I'm trippin'
White and black hoes, I miss em'
Get em' smacked, going to prision (shhh)