[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
The first gift I ever got was a used pistol
Can't believe I got rich off of instrumentals
My jack boys they'd be waitin', have them in your ceiling
You ain't never made no dog shit, you ain't went the distance
You see a n***a up, now you in your feelings
You n***as like Peter Griffin, y'all just hate the chicken
It's like you're scared of the money, but I face the chicken
You got the last year's watch, our faces different
Leaving out the club with one bitch, but I'm cravin' two
I'm really not an addict, but I'd bе cravin' juice
I don't like what dawg tryna servе me, so I waved the duce
Freaky bitch got to squirtin' on me, then I start peein', too
Turned 24 A.P., boys seen more pape in my lifetime
I thought this bitch is alone, the grip and grade in my lifeline
Flint n***as comin' up, we on the high time
We gon' switch it up, we don't shoot the crib, we throwin' pipe bombs
I just caught a play in Beacher, [?]
[?] n***as reppin' Blood [?] 55
[?] long one, this bitch 59
[?] walkin' n***as down, who do drive-bys?
We don't play no games, I don't want no boys, they'd be shit-talkin'
My image caused violence, when they see me, they just get cautious
But our mate from the shot spent the whole [?]
[?] so much, I bought a kit off him
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Every day I'm fuckin' up, runnin' up an easy nickel
Standin' on my bands, pourin' drink, crack the window
Make the news about some shit, I had an issue
Probably finna get some shit surrounded, hear me whistle
I break it down in increments, that's what I'm into
Probably wanna get your bitch from over here, she [?]
Can tell that we were over here trappin', left big clues
[?] white ones around the wire, left big [?]
OK, now back to what I'm on, talkin' cocaine
Good crack, treat it like snacks, 20's [?]
Put my talent on display, right on the showcase
I'm only tryna hit it from the back, I'm comin' no face
He buggin' me for doubt load-up, I showed up late
N***a don't think I'm fucked up, but I'm low-paid
Shit outer space, got a [?] taste
Big gift outside, finna blindfold [?]
Another 30 on the watch, just drift the time gone change
I ain't fallin' off anyway, gotta pamp' my change
12 racks back to back, having [?] days
I did a myriad of things, this shit just got displayed
Feel free, but still grindin', you can ride my wave
I got a lotta money on me, I ain't got no change
The n***as trappin' out bumpin', and I ain't got no caine

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Like we're gettin' out of school, I know a bail comin'
Been in here cookin' all day, you can smell lovin'
She let me fuck after Louie, that's my big cousin
We'd ride with them 40's too, like we Dugg cousin
Engineer [?], take the hard drive
You gettin' your bitch fucked and goin' home, that's a hard drive
Don't say the wrong thing, and get hard-time
My closet looks good, this bitch, the moral assault