KrispyLife Kidd
Smooth Shit Talking

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Enrgy made this one
I'm smooth shit talking

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm smooth shit talking
My llil cousin smoke weed, come get a zip off him
N***a, you a lil ass pup, I'm a big doggy
N***a, have you ever caught a play off a walky talky?
N***a, we can tell your Bust fake, you got on party Cartis
A n***a can't get the ups on me, I ain't play with [?]
I have my n***as come through and blow up your party
[?] tied up and shit talking, we just getting started
Light the backwood up, it smell like a n***a farted
Fuck around and drop 5 tapes, just like Tha Carter
My n***a [?] shit, just like an artist
Told that n***a he a bitch, just like his daughter
N***a want smoke in this bitch, we can get it started
Don't say too much on a song, you gon' get indicted
You can't come to my city, 'cause it's too much violence
I can't even trust dawg, I think he wearing a wire

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just lost in 2K, I'm finna shoot the house up
I'm off of 4 percs, I'm on the couch stuck
Suck my dick, baby, [?] mouth [?]
In other words, I wanna get mopped up
I'm mad as hell, 'cause that n***a Broose all in my ear
Sit the fuck down, I know that you want a beer
He just made me lose in 2K, I done shed a tear
What the fuck?
N***as ain't homies, these n***as wangstas
Catch a n***a out in traffic, [?]
Never on the ho shit, boy, I'm a fucking gangsta
You ain't never on no [?], bro, you a fucking hater
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You got beat up all your life, you is not gangsta
I felt 50 Cent when he said n***as wangsta
Heard you fucked up at home, you ain't got paper
I got aim with this Glock, I don't need a laser
On my mama, I got aim, I don't need a beam
Martin Luther King, lil n***a, I just had a dream
You don't get no pussy, lil n***a, you be fucking fiends
I ain't get no pussy from this bitch, 'cause I was off the lean
But I got up in her mouth, like some listerine
Told my n***a calm down, don't cause a scene
Cause we can pop him right now, Glock in my jeans
Man, I'm sick of all these n***as tryna be like me

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
I used the internet for huh
I used the internet or a bag, not no fucking [?]
[?] in the handgun getting dumped out
Your mans went to prison, and he a punk now
[?] somebody bitch
I seen [?] money in that video, it was counterfeit
Your shoes big as hell, I guess they kinda fit
This bitch pussy tight as hell, my dick kinda fit
But I gotta spit on it, I guess it's kinda lit
Dawg wearing used Off White, I guess it's kinda [?]
Bitch pussy feel like sandpaper, she made the condem rip
Defenetly shit talking, I'm just moving shit