[Intro]
K-K-KrispyLife
It's with a K, dumbass
KrispyLife
Enrgy made this one

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd & Lil Buddi]
My n***as on alert, they ain't tryna miss nothing
Let off 50 something shots, you ain't hit something
Like a lame n***a, you ain't hit nothing
Just ran up my first 50 ball this summer
I'm 'bout to call my n***as, "Let's get something up in motion"
I get a n***a served through this bitch Ponderosa
I always knew how to shoot it, I don't know coaching
I'm at your BM crib, with your kids, watching Frozen
I'm sick as fuck huh, I don't play no games
You and your bitch bums, you should be ashamed
Hit a n***a with an ugly shot, I'm Tory Lanez
I can get B2K new album from my n***a Dave
We not Kris Kross, but we will jump on your face
Kill a n***a, now his hood can't forget his face
Its 'bout to be a shootout, not a pickup game
This not a real cookie, why you pick that name?
Somebody [?]
Dope boy cash, I just linked up with KrispyLife
It's a heavy cheque in this bitch and a lot of ice
I just came up off rabbit shoes overnight
Nappy braids, buffs on, this a trap life
N***a in the club, mug and beat his ass with the mic
I'm ready to shoot a n***a, but I still fight (Uh, uh)
Don't mess with Kidd, now will murk you in a pair of whites
[Verse 2: Lil Buddi]
M-m-make it make sense round this bitch like I'm Big Taste
Stop saying what you gon' do, n***a, make it shake (come on)
Big 40 wake a n***a up, n***a start your day (graaa)
Slide through with a drum, pop like my name Fray (bah bah bah)
Don't wanna fuck if the ass look like Kim K's (nah, nah)
I'm with KrispyLife, but only opps get the fucking K
I hope you got a bag for you to leave, cause you cannot stay
Put 6 shots in a n***a think is name Drake
By the way dog talk, he must think that he Jesus
I like how he rap, but lil n***a, I don't believe it
Swallow all the nut, eat my kids, it's a fetus
Top of the head like the bitch hang with Beavis
N***a talk crazy, he gon' be best friends with Jesus
I don't scam or do coke, that's the punchline
A n***a end up on the news if he touch mine
Stop the process of his life like a stop sign
With your kids starving on me, like Ramadan
How you cop'ing and plea'ing, better dump at the boy just like chicken and seasoning
And I got a fat plug, call that lil n***a cleavage
Bullets cover a n***a body like he going into a [?]
Stop biting on my dick, I know you old, you ain't teething
And I might fuck his momma call me Lil Freaky Geeky
Ain't no loyalty in your heart, man you n***as Tyreek'ing (dumbass boy)