[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just burned a nigga at a party, I need an alibi
I'm stupid 'cause I did front on fifty cents of I's
Hit a nigga in his hat with this four-five
And make that bitch lean, like he [?]
Don't even trip, I won't be goin' out no more
'Cause every time I step out, I can stop by some hoes
Don't buy no regular pint [?], get my shit from Lows
Niggas really don't be on shit, just actin' off of hoes
I used to wanna swipe but that shit time consumin'
I put the black buffs on, now I'm blind in movement
This bitch tried to spend the night, I'm like, "What you doin'?"
Turned that bitch off 'cause I farted and she kept it movin'
I can't have no sensei, I'm a fucked up student
Punch a lil' kid in his shit and take his scooter
Can't be a college professor, I'll fuck my student
Drop a box of ammo on his crib and leave everything movin'
Me and my bitch beefed out, I keep fuckin' her friends
I spell this shit with a K 'cause it's my brand
I get a nigga blew like what's in my hand
If I'm bustin' this bitch, you better pray it jam
If you hit a lick on that nigga, that is not my mans
You buyin' voodoo from that nigga, you better shop with Gramz
Bitch, how you drop an opp? Bitch, watch how I stand
I know it's ugly, but you hold a Glock with two hands
Just burned a nigga at a party, I need an alibi
I'm stupid 'cause I did front on fifty cents of I's
Hit a nigga in his hat with this four-five
And make that bitch lean, like he [?]
Don't even trip, I won't be goin' out no more
'Cause every time I step out, I can stop by some hoes
Don't buy no regular pint [?], get my shit from Lows
Niggas really don't be on shit, just actin' off of hoes
I used to wanna swipe but that shit time consumin'
I put the black buffs on, now I'm blind in movement
This bitch tried to spend the night, I'm like, "What you doin'?"
Turned that bitch off 'cause I farted and she kept it movin'
I can't have no sensei, I'm a fucked up student
Punch a lil' kid in his shit and take his scooter
Can't be a college professor, I'll fuck my student
Drop a box of ammo on his crib and leave everything movin'
Me and my bitch beefed out, I keep fuckin' her friends
I spell this shit with a K 'cause it's my brand
I get a nigga blew like what's in my hand
If I'm bustin' this bitch, you better pray it jam
If you hit a lick on that nigga, that is not my mans
You buyin' voodoo from that nigga, you better shop with Gramz
Bitch, how you drop an opp? Bitch, watch how I stand
I know it's ugly, but you hold a Glock with two hands
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