[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy Beats)
KrispyLife
(It's with a K, dumbass)
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Niggas gotta understand how I'm comin' out
Niggas ain't know I was coming in, well, now I'm comin' out
Hoes ain't wanna fuck then, now they fuckin' now
You ain't got no cheese, bitch, please shut your mouth
I heard you ain't the man of your crib, your bitch run your house
So every time you talk your shit, she tell you, "Shut your mouth"
I went from a half to a quarter pound
Free my cousin, fuck your cousin, it's how I'm boming now
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Damn, that pussy was so good, I ain't pull it out
She like, "Your gun smoking," duh, I just shot some bullets out it
I just caught another body in my blue Impala
I got enough in my right pocket to buy two Impalas
And not the one your bitch drive, the new Impala
Used to be broke, now I forget nights I blew ten thousand
This only ninety-nine ninety-eight, bro, give me two dollars
I can step a foot in any hood in Flint, the criminals vouching
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm in this bitch throwin' money when the club closing
All this ice on, got me walkin' with a stuffed nose
My nigga got a fifty drum, I'm waitin' on a drumroll
She asked me for some cash, you thought you worked for it, you dumb close
(Enrgy Beats)
KrispyLife
(It's with a K, dumbass)
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Niggas gotta understand how I'm comin' out
Niggas ain't know I was coming in, well, now I'm comin' out
Hoes ain't wanna fuck then, now they fuckin' now
You ain't got no cheese, bitch, please shut your mouth
I heard you ain't the man of your crib, your bitch run your house
So every time you talk your shit, she tell you, "Shut your mouth"
I went from a half to a quarter pound
Free my cousin, fuck your cousin, it's how I'm boming now
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Damn, that pussy was so good, I ain't pull it out
She like, "Your gun smoking," duh, I just shot some bullets out it
I just caught another body in my blue Impala
I got enough in my right pocket to buy two Impalas
And not the one your bitch drive, the new Impala
Used to be broke, now I forget nights I blew ten thousand
This only ninety-nine ninety-eight, bro, give me two dollars
I can step a foot in any hood in Flint, the criminals vouching
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm in this bitch throwin' money when the club closing
All this ice on, got me walkin' with a stuffed nose
My nigga got a fifty drum, I'm waitin' on a drumroll
She asked me for some cash, you thought you worked for it, you dumb close
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