[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Rich)
What up, Rich? (It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, n***a (Iced Up Records)
(Turn up, Rich)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm sick, I be so turnt, where all the pain go?
Boy, I'll shoot your dumb ass, I don't tango
Been up out your top like a peach Faygo
Old-school with it, drop a deuce in a Faygo
It's a jack move, don't move, or let the flames go
Tussled dog for his chain, this a stain, bro
It's your life for the chain or the fame, bro
Pop pop to the stomach, let the chain go
When I was sixteen, I was 'bow sellin'
When you was sixteen, you was tryna shoot a ball and had your coach yellin'
N***as try to ride my wave, call it coat tailing
You known in your hood for beatin' hoes and doin' more tellin'
Catch you with that freaky bitch while y'all motelin'
My n***a shot dog before I could, I'm so jealous
Buy a Rolls-Royce, bitch, and get an umbrеlla
Put 40s on you and your n***as, now that's a drunk section

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Feds gave my brothеr sixty months, I can't think straight
Have Freeze put you in the oven like some cheesecake
I remember buyin' brand new J's off of Eastbay
Now I'm fuckin' top-notch bitches off of cheap dates
I make my bitch make her other bitch have a threeway
I'm growin' up, bought mama a Rollie for her B-day
Shot a n***a off-guard, I wish you could've seen the replay
I think I'm finna fly out to Dubai for a week stay
Told my new bitch I'm the shit, but I'm problematic
I be speakin' real life facts for a lot of cabbage
I got a trick up my sleeve so smooth, you wouldn't find a rabbit
Woke up and posted my pic, I couldn't find a caption
I know the opps mad as fuck right now, they won't find me lackin'
Told the bitch I need my food delivered in a timely fashion
Fiend ran off with a ball, somebody find me Ashley
Bitch had the nerve to bring it back and caught a nine-piece happily
Kidd, is somethin' wrong with the mic? Okay, I'm just askin'
Girly threw up on the dick, now I feel embarrassed
Okay, Kidd gotta take me to the crib 'cause I'm impaired
Perc 30 got me turned up, I can fight a bear
Cut my white bitch off, 'cause in her head, I think lice in there
Plus she stay in the Regencies, I know mice in there
Greedy n***a, eat all in your face, I don't like to share
If her crib filled with Backwood tails, then you know Mike was there