KrispyLife Kidd
Arguing
[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
(KrispyLife)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Money made me stand different, this ain’t the same posture
Put your mans on a chain, I'll snatch the chain out him
Take dawg obituary, make a paper plane out it
Been gettin' pints off the love, I had the same doctor

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fully switch on this Draco, this ain’t the same chopper
Hollow tips in this .50 cal, this a train stopper
I don't aim to shoot below the waist, I'm a brain popper
Hit a brick of soft so damn hard, knocked the cocaine out it

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Apologized to the n***a I shot two summers ago
Been done popped dawg over a bike, I be fuckin' with folks
Know how to fight, but I ain't tusslin', though
Sha awkward as hell, I pulled an ugly jumper on bro (Ugh)
Fat n***a, but the hoes still love me (Fat as fuck)
Trap n***a, but the club still book me (Come on)
My n***a black with dreads do a hit, they'll think it was Whoopi
My bitch bad, before I left, I gave her a whoopin'
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I know how to rap, but honestly, I’m a dope artist
Turn his coupe to a dune buggy, I’ll go-kart it
Seen my opp at a football game and almost worked Carman
Right pocket full of dog shit, I need a roll of Charmin
Ayy, what up, KrispyLife?
Seen a n***a son the other day and almost flipped his bike
I'm cold hearted, I be doin’ shit for no reason
Hit him in his head and clip his ends, his shit gon' grow even

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Rio, put the Black out, that bitch fuckin' with my breathin'
Hop out, chase a n***a down, bro, just don’t leave me
Your bitch suck on my dick like she teethin'
Freaky bitch wanna stand there and watch while I'm peein'
I'ma die for my sins, I just robbed a deacon

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
I be prayin' to God like amen, but be drivin' Demons
I make bands every day, you get paid biweekly
I was finna rob my Cali plug, but I might need him
Kill a n***a while he catchin' Z's, he gon' die sleepy

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Been ballin' too long, n***a, fuck the league
I like my guns busty, bought the AR double D's
I'm trippin' in this bitch, strippers hate when we tweak
Told the promoter, "Fuck a free bottle, buy me drink"
Hold your n***a hostage four houses down on your street
I'm just dream chasin' like that n***a Meek
In '09, I'm snatchin' a n***a's shoes off his feet
Bought his son two pair like, "My bad, I was off an E"
[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, Kidd, switch it up, you kind of offbeat
Good in Beecher, I don't need a heat to walk down y'all street
Baby, this an Off-White shirt, this ain't no tall tee
If you ain't got no red or spendin' bread, then don't call me
Ayy— Ayy, I need a fuckin' pop
Bitch, this a deuce of Actavis, this ain't no fuckin' Wock'
Bitch, I can make an FN sound like a fuckin' chop
Twelve-hour clip, I'll shoot from one to one o'clock