[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
They raided one, fuck the boys, I'm on my sixth street
(Ooh, that's a Danny G beat)
KrispyLife, nigga
Aight
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Still doin' six braids to the back like I'm Big Meech
The boys raided one, so I'm on my sixth street
Been done popped one these pussy niggas thinkin' shit sweet
Put you on a BOLO list, I been on a shit streak
Can do the buffs, the Loubs, or the Versace shades
Pop a nigga over chicken, you'll die at a Captain Jay's
In my hood, we hold fives up, yeah, I'm Captain Flame
I'ma fuck with Hutch before I ever go to Johnny Dang
Watch stuck to my wrist, I'm Ben 10 around this bitch
Like I'm back in elementary, we go on drills around this bitch
Please don't say the wrong thing, we get you killed around this bitch
I'm plugged in Beecher and I'm good all the way to the 6
[Verse 2]
Chasin' dollar after dollar, you can catch me doin' a sprint
Glock by my pelvis, I'm KD with that bitch
Pocket full of hundreds, you probably prayin' for a lick
On the 7, but I'm good if I post up in Flint
I pull it out and count it, I ain't really tryna vent
He frontin' on that bag, where that money that you get?
The shit that he savin' up we really been spent
He knew to pay that tab or his head was gettin' hit
Don't know how to move with it, I'm the one to run into
Learned how to hustle on my own, I ain't wanna hoop
That boy pulled a Trae move, he ain't wanna shoot
Bad-ass twins, I'll take either one of you
They raided one, fuck the boys, I'm on my sixth street
(Ooh, that's a Danny G beat)
KrispyLife, nigga
Aight
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Still doin' six braids to the back like I'm Big Meech
The boys raided one, so I'm on my sixth street
Been done popped one these pussy niggas thinkin' shit sweet
Put you on a BOLO list, I been on a shit streak
Can do the buffs, the Loubs, or the Versace shades
Pop a nigga over chicken, you'll die at a Captain Jay's
In my hood, we hold fives up, yeah, I'm Captain Flame
I'ma fuck with Hutch before I ever go to Johnny Dang
Watch stuck to my wrist, I'm Ben 10 around this bitch
Like I'm back in elementary, we go on drills around this bitch
Please don't say the wrong thing, we get you killed around this bitch
I'm plugged in Beecher and I'm good all the way to the 6
[Verse 2]
Chasin' dollar after dollar, you can catch me doin' a sprint
Glock by my pelvis, I'm KD with that bitch
Pocket full of hundreds, you probably prayin' for a lick
On the 7, but I'm good if I post up in Flint
I pull it out and count it, I ain't really tryna vent
He frontin' on that bag, where that money that you get?
The shit that he savin' up we really been spent
He knew to pay that tab or his head was gettin' hit
Don't know how to move with it, I'm the one to run into
Learned how to hustle on my own, I ain't wanna hoop
That boy pulled a Trae move, he ain't wanna shoot
Bad-ass twins, I'll take either one of you
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