[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, Wayne, alright, Pablo
KrispyLife
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got a list of freeloaders, I don't fuck with vultures
I'm not drinkin' dark pop, but I got a six of codeine
I got a bad bitch from overseas, she from Pensacola
[?][0:18]

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
I sprinkle fetty on the 'caine and start dancin', this shit too sold
Taxin' fifty for the pills, she paid a hundred, threw her two ovals
Now everywhere I go, they know my face, this shit too global
Color-wrapped the 'Cat, I ain't like the way it looked, it need a do-over

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
My bitch get money and she Black, shе the new Oprah
I crack her hard, I donе broke the couch, I need a new sofa
I'm in New York prayin' a n***a don't play with me, I'm tryna fuck [?][0:37]
I'm a hustler, n***as can't fuck with me, they around this bitch loafin'

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
I'm in a Scat, I'm ridin' 'round with two chops, I'm 'round this bitch scorchin'
Oh, you don't wanna suck it while I drive? Then that bitch borin', huh
You ain't never caught an opp, we in this bitch scorin'
Up the chop and slide to the opp hood, we in this bitch tourin'
[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
AK trippin', he don't really like this beat
For every hat you catch, you get a check, that's a Nike sweep
I'm really out there in that field, I had to hide my [?][0:56]
I told Pablo to throw a drop in it, I'm finna eye the beat
I'm out in Oklahoma plugged with Hasheem Thabeet
I'll let a n***a know what's goin' on, I'll roll on him
Caught him at Walmart with his granny and upped pole on 'em
Your homie died, we started laughin', we just trolled on 'em

[Verse 6: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, just pulled up with a ghost Glock and took his soul from him
They say he ratted on his main mans, he told on him
Was gon' shoot OT, I had to change plans, I got a 'bow on me
One n***a got shot at the barber shop, they took his 'fro from him
Yeah, brodie called me from the feds, he speakin' code on it
They ever snatch me, keep my mouth closed, bitch, I don't know nothin'
Huh, you ain't never own a gun, you don't tote nothin'
The opps sent me the addy like shit sweet, you should know I'm comin'