[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
([?], turn my shit up)
Alright
(Coronado on the beat)
KrispyLife
Addicted to winning, if— alright
Let's, like
Let's let that bitch ride for a second
(Iced Up Records)
Look

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Addicted to winning, if I lose, it make my stomach hurt
Could never trust a stranger, I put my brother first
If the rap stop working, then this oven work (Yeah)
My n***a got hands, he just punched a purse

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Fuckin' around, drunk some cut, now my stomach hurt
Was gon' get that bitch plain, had to flood it first
Crib bigger than the pastor, I ain't come to church
Switchy on the Glock, hit the beam 'til the button jerk

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
California king, it's hard to take this bed up
Everything you drop flop, I know you fed up
Having a bad day, it's okay, Vez got some meds tucked
Got a ten in each pocket, it's hard to keep my pants up
[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, run it up without my brothers, I ain't got friends
Rich n***a, throw a party in a drophead
Real stepper, we ain't gang, I don't lock hands
[?] water, turn a bezel to a mop head

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Roc Nation got JAY-Z and I got Vez
Call a freaky bitch up and tell her bring that WAP in
Nah, hit my n***a up, tell him bring that Wock' in
Brought the Maybach to the trenches, you can't tell me shit about Benz
Pull the shiesty down and get to purging
Hitman from Iraq'll crash out for a designer turban
All my clips come with a curve, I be shooting in cursive
I'ma catch a domestic if I keep hittin' Fergie

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo & KrispyLife Kidd]
Dog plug in L.A., he just give me birdies
I just got a clean Sprite, finna get it dirty
Fifteen hundred for an eight, yeah, that's fifty thirties
Pull up, fuck around, and leave somethin' like I'm in a hurry
Half a million for the Ghost, we don't ride Demons
Krispy put the city on, we finna buy Beecher (That's cool)
We gon' buy the 6 too, yeah, it's slime season (Come on)
Bronem overdosed off a Perc', n***a died tweaking
[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n***as licensed up to shoot you, you will die for reaching
Ridin' with baldheads in the clip, alopecia
Highly blessed with this pape', I'll sign a preacher
N***a died tryna buy a verse, that's how you kill a feature

[Verse 8: Icewear Vezzo]
Sold his ass a whole song, [?]
I wanna fuck, I want the brain, I'll hit a teacher
Pockets stuffed with cheese pizza, this Little Caesars

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
I could've rolled with kathy, but I pulled up with nina
It's kinda hard to be a rapper and a gang member
Holographic scope on the chop make my aim different
Lost two homies in one summer, yeah, my pain different
Get a bag just to show up, yeah, my name different
Feel bad 'cause I cook my kids' noodles out the same kitchen
I just made this, bro, this ain't the same chicken (Iced Up Records)

[Verse 10: Icewear Vezzo]
Look, took the money to the club, finna rain Nipseys
Whole game full of house slaves, we made n***as, yeah