[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
KrispyLife
Alright, I'ma do it like this
[Verse]
Catch me slidin', tearin' the street up in a new truck
I'm ready to go to war, go and lace your boots up
Thought I had one, but I had two tucked
It'll get bad, please don't make me hit Scoot up
Real money counter like I came in with Bengee
Balenciagas not dirty, but I bought 'em dingy
Lot of blues in my pocket, I should sponsor Nipsey
On Thursday, I bring nothin' out but pink fifties
That's lemonade money
My shoes cost more than yours and they made funny
I say words in a spicy way and get paid from it
You make a diss song, we hit your fade from it
Your daddy was a dick rider, you was raised flunky
KrispyLife, this a LLC
Don't make me hit your function with an M&P
Give your granny a shit bag, make miss Mabel stink
In a party with that big boy, this that Bruce-Bruce
My young nigga caught his first body with a deuce-deuce
Switch on a Glocky, this right here, this'll chew coupes
On Rodeo, drive top-down in two coupes
Man, I'm a loose screw
But we ain't gon' talk about that
Could've came up off the— we ain't gon' talk about that
House arrest made me a better man, came up off rap
Baby can't walk yet, but got some Gucci footies on
Thought it was a kid, he slid with a Fortnite hoodie on
Chop made him dance, I hit they shit with a Boogie Bomb
New pistol I just got from Arab got a fully on it
I'm not in the club deep, I'm with five niggas
I dog these hoes out like I don't like bitches
Mush a nigga for bein' in my business
If I got it, then I don't consider that trickin'
I'm not a pornstar, I got five inches
Ever seen a hundred thousand stacked? This five inches
Snuck four K's in the club, I'm with five midgets
Show my females off to the world, I don't hide bitches
'Cause I can always get another one
Police took my strap, then I bought another one
If you get hit with the bag, you probably fumble somethin'
I smacked my bitch hard, I thought she mumbled somethin'
You be shootin' in the clouds, I'm startin' to think niggas not religious
Pissin' God off, you niggas so ridiculous
Shootin' in a crowd, I hit six bitches
Not talkin’ jogger suit, but I kick distance
(Enrgy made this one)
KrispyLife
Alright, I'ma do it like this
[Verse]
Catch me slidin', tearin' the street up in a new truck
I'm ready to go to war, go and lace your boots up
Thought I had one, but I had two tucked
It'll get bad, please don't make me hit Scoot up
Real money counter like I came in with Bengee
Balenciagas not dirty, but I bought 'em dingy
Lot of blues in my pocket, I should sponsor Nipsey
On Thursday, I bring nothin' out but pink fifties
That's lemonade money
My shoes cost more than yours and they made funny
I say words in a spicy way and get paid from it
You make a diss song, we hit your fade from it
Your daddy was a dick rider, you was raised flunky
KrispyLife, this a LLC
Don't make me hit your function with an M&P
Give your granny a shit bag, make miss Mabel stink
In a party with that big boy, this that Bruce-Bruce
My young nigga caught his first body with a deuce-deuce
Switch on a Glocky, this right here, this'll chew coupes
On Rodeo, drive top-down in two coupes
Man, I'm a loose screw
But we ain't gon' talk about that
Could've came up off the— we ain't gon' talk about that
House arrest made me a better man, came up off rap
Baby can't walk yet, but got some Gucci footies on
Thought it was a kid, he slid with a Fortnite hoodie on
Chop made him dance, I hit they shit with a Boogie Bomb
New pistol I just got from Arab got a fully on it
I'm not in the club deep, I'm with five niggas
I dog these hoes out like I don't like bitches
Mush a nigga for bein' in my business
If I got it, then I don't consider that trickin'
I'm not a pornstar, I got five inches
Ever seen a hundred thousand stacked? This five inches
Snuck four K's in the club, I'm with five midgets
Show my females off to the world, I don't hide bitches
'Cause I can always get another one
Police took my strap, then I bought another one
If you get hit with the bag, you probably fumble somethin'
I smacked my bitch hard, I thought she mumbled somethin'
You be shootin' in the clouds, I'm startin' to think niggas not religious
Pissin' God off, you niggas so ridiculous
Shootin' in a crowd, I hit six bitches
Not talkin’ jogger suit, but I kick distance
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