Hooty Hoo YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd & TRU]
(J, this shit too crazy)
Four or five Hummers, 'Burban, Jag' for the summer (Yeah)
SS sittin' on twenties, but I ain't no motherfuckin' stunna (Dumb-ass niggas)
Grab the gat, where they at? Rat-ta-tat-tat (KrispyLife, it's with a K, dumbass)
I represent the Third Ward, you a rookie, I'm a vet

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Niggas gotta get the fuck on, they doin' too much
Hoes fillin' up my VIP, can't move too much
Nigga got a little money, hoes think it's cool to fuck
Ballin' like a Laker, girly thought she let Kuzma fuck

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I don't even wanna fuck girly, she be doin' too much
Seen your favorite rapper out in public, his jewels was tucked
Like a nigga shoes tightened up, you better loosen up
All my bitches pretty, ten and better, you fuck twos and up

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Five hundred for the verse, three-fifty for the video
I think I got a problem 'cause I love fuckin' freaky hoes
Hit her on camera, told that bitch to do a freaky pose
Dog touched me and got fired on by Mickey—

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Doggybone pieces ain't hittin', I think them bitches broke
Hit a nigga down the street with chop, I don't need no scope
This weed I'm smokin' on got me high, I think I'm finna float
I'll paint his whole head red like he Lil Boat