[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Kri-Kri-KrispyLife
[Verse : KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
Call up Lil Buzz, if I need a hit man
Six of red in a pot, leaning like a kickstand
Talking grams in your song, you the brick man
I'm tryna buy two boes, I'm a big fan
Step on these, I'ma beat your ass like this Deff Jam
Got cussed out 'cause I fucked on her best friend
I'll fuck your stomach up with this FN
Or I'll stab you with this knife and use my left hand
I-I-I ain't gon' lie, I'll beat you like you stole something
I was really fucked up, I couldn't hold nothing
Put a smile on my face, 'cause the boes coming
I like fighting, fuck around and elbow someone
I don't like young hoes, I like an older woman
'Cause every time we done fucking, she let me hold a hundred
Bro just hopped out shooting, left the motor running
If it's pressure on my head, call my older cousins
Lil dawg giving free tech outta this some [?] shit
Bro dropped a new tech, he on some wild shit
I was counting too fast, fucked up my count quick
I got taxed on what? How you sound, bitch
Don't nobody really want this smoke, like a black [?]
Yeah, that 40 look good, but this a .50 cal
Made a song about having ten in 2012
Be givin' the opps a chance, before I cause hell
I ain't gon' lie, we got sticks, but ain't shit for sale
Heard you fell off and went broke, you done bumped your head
Now your mans wanna rob you, you ain't break no bread
Beefing with a hundred Beacher niggas, better fake your death
Hit your mans up top, he wasn't doing so well
This shit straight drop, I gotta use a scale
Bro got jammed, he ain't have it, so I paid his bail
I'm known to keep a pop on me, like Kenen and Kell
Ain't have a driver for the road, so I drove myself
Dawg said he want a hate for 20, he done hold himself
A lotta shit wasn't going right, so I made a left
This human races cost 300, better watch your step
You let that work go bad on you, you can't make a sale
Put a hole in a nigga head, turn him to a whale
Put the rocks on dawg face, [?] showin' how they feel
[?] to myself, went and bought a scale
Chilling in an opp's hood, I just caught my sale
Almost fell in love with this bitch, I just caught myself
Always bought designer pants, never bought no belt
Had to run this money up, I ain't have no help
I'm with the pop out crew, we'll do you [?]
I'm tryna start beefing, to decorate clothes
Y'all boys losing your minds, fighting over hoes
Me and cuz got jammed, and nobody told
Kri-Kri-KrispyLife
[Verse : KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
Call up Lil Buzz, if I need a hit man
Six of red in a pot, leaning like a kickstand
Talking grams in your song, you the brick man
I'm tryna buy two boes, I'm a big fan
Step on these, I'ma beat your ass like this Deff Jam
Got cussed out 'cause I fucked on her best friend
I'll fuck your stomach up with this FN
Or I'll stab you with this knife and use my left hand
I-I-I ain't gon' lie, I'll beat you like you stole something
I was really fucked up, I couldn't hold nothing
Put a smile on my face, 'cause the boes coming
I like fighting, fuck around and elbow someone
I don't like young hoes, I like an older woman
'Cause every time we done fucking, she let me hold a hundred
Bro just hopped out shooting, left the motor running
If it's pressure on my head, call my older cousins
Lil dawg giving free tech outta this some [?] shit
Bro dropped a new tech, he on some wild shit
I was counting too fast, fucked up my count quick
I got taxed on what? How you sound, bitch
Don't nobody really want this smoke, like a black [?]
Yeah, that 40 look good, but this a .50 cal
Made a song about having ten in 2012
Be givin' the opps a chance, before I cause hell
I ain't gon' lie, we got sticks, but ain't shit for sale
Heard you fell off and went broke, you done bumped your head
Now your mans wanna rob you, you ain't break no bread
Beefing with a hundred Beacher niggas, better fake your death
Hit your mans up top, he wasn't doing so well
This shit straight drop, I gotta use a scale
Bro got jammed, he ain't have it, so I paid his bail
I'm known to keep a pop on me, like Kenen and Kell
Ain't have a driver for the road, so I drove myself
Dawg said he want a hate for 20, he done hold himself
A lotta shit wasn't going right, so I made a left
This human races cost 300, better watch your step
You let that work go bad on you, you can't make a sale
Put a hole in a nigga head, turn him to a whale
Put the rocks on dawg face, [?] showin' how they feel
[?] to myself, went and bought a scale
Chilling in an opp's hood, I just caught my sale
Almost fell in love with this bitch, I just caught myself
Always bought designer pants, never bought no belt
Had to run this money up, I ain't have no help
I'm with the pop out crew, we'll do you [?]
I'm tryna start beefing, to decorate clothes
Y'all boys losing your minds, fighting over hoes
Me and cuz got jammed, and nobody told
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