[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
(I got so—)
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Nigga wanna beef, let's raise the stakes
Bitch thick and bad, but her pussy stank
I don't like your grandson, that's why I punched you in your face
His granny reached for some Mace, I shot her in her face
The DA on my head tryna build a case
Beat my domestic, hope it don't get picked by the state
I been gettin' grilled salads, tryna lose weight
But it's hard, I can't stay away from cake
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Hit a nigga with the four-four like he went to Wendy's
I'll never change on my niggas like a brown penny
Put the four-five in his face like John Cena
They don't really wanna see me win like blind people
I ain't talkin' 'bout KFC, but I got nine pieces
Niggas really out here dead broke like they ain't got freedom
I'd rather rap by myself 'cause I don't like features
Bro out here beatin' on his bitch, Ike and Tina
[Verse 3: RLSG KD]
Lightskinned bitch, brownskinned bitch, Pam and Gina
I just sold some fake Xanny bars to white Christina
Hittin' licks got me on my toes like a ballerina
I just met a fake lean plug at the Galleria
Do you smell what The Rock cookin'? You a roody-poo
Back in grade school you was a fiend, sniffin' Elmer glue
Wouldn't sell my soul if that bitch came out my shoe
Met a plug in Cali, he a Crip like Uncle Snoop
KrispyLife
(I got so—)
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Nigga wanna beef, let's raise the stakes
Bitch thick and bad, but her pussy stank
I don't like your grandson, that's why I punched you in your face
His granny reached for some Mace, I shot her in her face
The DA on my head tryna build a case
Beat my domestic, hope it don't get picked by the state
I been gettin' grilled salads, tryna lose weight
But it's hard, I can't stay away from cake
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Hit a nigga with the four-four like he went to Wendy's
I'll never change on my niggas like a brown penny
Put the four-five in his face like John Cena
They don't really wanna see me win like blind people
I ain't talkin' 'bout KFC, but I got nine pieces
Niggas really out here dead broke like they ain't got freedom
I'd rather rap by myself 'cause I don't like features
Bro out here beatin' on his bitch, Ike and Tina
[Verse 3: RLSG KD]
Lightskinned bitch, brownskinned bitch, Pam and Gina
I just sold some fake Xanny bars to white Christina
Hittin' licks got me on my toes like a ballerina
I just met a fake lean plug at the Galleria
Do you smell what The Rock cookin'? You a roody-poo
Back in grade school you was a fiend, sniffin' Elmer glue
Wouldn't sell my soul if that bitch came out my shoe
Met a plug in Cali, he a Crip like Uncle Snoop
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