[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Uh
What up, P?
We finna do it just like this
Uh, aha
Let that bitch ride, that bitch too hard, got me here hurtin' my back
Free the main bird, n***a
KrispyLife, ayy

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
You broke petty n***as, put that change up
I'm on my fifth duece, this ain't the same cup
Twenty-five lines, thirty-five hundred, this ain't the same gulp
I did a striker, then I did a striker, let me change up
The bitches get behind me, I go ghost, I turn to Casper
I got two things in this world, my balls and masters
Bent off that juice trippin', I feel bad for my Blatter
In Seattle with my plug talkin' birds, bitch, I'm Bobby Welder

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Three labels call my phone, I ain't even answer (Nope)
I ain't interested in sellin' out, I own my own masters
I'm on vacation, but the phone crackin' (Pull up on bro)
See the shine on it when you take it out the wrapper (Yeah)
I be in the field active (Yeah), I am not a real rapper (Naw)
Dead fresh when I take a picture, I don't need a caption
Fuck a model on the couch, I don't need the mattress (Haha)
I can post a million cash 'cause I pay taxes
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
That new ten-thousand, a hundred thousand, put my life on it
We don't show cash, but I bring that shit out for the right moment
That n***a broke as fuck, somebody go and slap a cast on him
I'm buyin' the whole crew ice, I'm gonna spend a bag on 'em

[Verse 4: Peezy]
Yeah
Whip brand new, I left the tag on it (Brand new)
She been around me, that's why she act funny (Yeah)
She bad but she skinny, I put ass on her (Come on, baby)
And she won't fuck with you, I put my last on it

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fat French n***a, Off-White, or Dior
Buy Amiri, don't leave the tag hangin', that shit poor
Bought water, pour it out, throw a duece in the quart
Make a bitch wash my dishes, she'll treat it like a chore

[Verse 6: Peezy]
Yeah
Dior trench coat, got it hangin' to the floor (Yeah)
They might deport a n***a 'cause the cars all foreign (Swear)
She not a bad bitch, if she poor (No)
Wack a n***a, wack some more, we ain't even on a sport, nope (Blrrt)
[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
I don't burn bridges, all my bitches still love me
In the trap, tears in my eyes cuttin' up an onion
If I step on it too hard, I'll bust a bunyan
If you step to one of us too hard, I'll bust a dozen

[Verse 8: Peezy]
He ain't pay me back yet, fuck my cousin (Fuck 'em)
He cut himself off for a couple racks, that ain't nothin' (Nope)
I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, man, I'm tired of being humble (Tired)
Got the ball in my hands, and I bet I won't fumble (Bet I won't fumble)
These n***as must be blind, they ain't seein' money
Hit him five times (Baow, baow, baow), he ain't see it comin' (Ha)
Ain't no limit to my cash money, I might need a Hummer
Pussy wasn't even that expensive, paid a couple hundred

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
I like to trick on bad hoes, ain't nothin' on my budget
Thirty-eight hundred just for this Louis duffle
If TSA trippin', I'm trippin' off the Louis luggage
Off the whitest white Buffs on my face, I'm rockin' onions
I be gettin' money for a long time
Hold my wrist in the air, it's gon' fasho shine
N***a can't say I dropped a dime
If you ever see me drop a dime, it was ten multiple times, bitch
KrispyLife, n***a