[Intro]
(TrevMadeThisBeat)
Huh, huh, Krispy— alright, look

[Verse 1]
If the pussy got a price, I'ma buy it
Knew she wanted to fuck when she peeped me, I’m a psychic
Dick in this 40, it'll burn you like a lighter
Heard a group of n***as dissed me, now they dyin' in a cypher
These Diors, not no fuckin’ New Balance
Just bought a crib in Arbor Hills, this the new palace
Just got a spot in Tennessee, I bought a new cabin
Y'all get money then go back to jail, y'all move backwards
Walk in the section of my crib look like a shoe palace
Use a hundred thousand as a pillow, I don't do palace
One of my opps want a car wash, so I had [?] coupе taxin'
Two n***as died in they whip, and then wе flew past 'em
Striker, handguns, we don't love no—
Striker, hand— alright, look
Striker, handguns, we turn to quests, but we don't love nobody
Your section gon’ keep dyin’, you better hug somebody
Jenna told me to chill, I gotta find a new hobby
I told Twae today great, I just came new Wocky
Iced Out Records off our jewelry, they gon' show us love
You can’t scrub that, you gotta pack that, that sound pack a rub
Bitch said we goin' on a picnic, I'm finna pack a dub
Out in Denver, [?] piss 'cause I’m tryna slap the plug
I was attracting, I ain't last too long 'cause I was off half the drugs
Huh, I should've took the whole Perc'
I'm horny, I don't know if the bitch peeing or it squirt
I hit three hoes in two days, I'm too turnt
Now my dick hurtin', I don't know if it's bleedin' or it's burnt
Too much information, let me know somethin'
I hit your favorite IG model for like four hundred
They locked me in that room and let me go 'cause I ain't know nothin'
You boys gotta stop, I heard about you, you ain't know nothin'
You the type of n***a, all this come around, askin' the hoes somethin'
Hundred-thousand-dollar pallet, I'm just gettin' a lot of pay
Forty cal streams in a month, that's a lot of plays
Bitch spent the night two days in a row, that's a lot of stays
Saturdays I'm indecisive, meetin' with the plug and copped a J
What I'ma do next?
Say you fuck with me, it's like wearin' a V-neck with a crew neck
That shit don't make sense
She keep tryna get married to me, this a laced bitch
I threw her pH balance off, now it smell straight fish
[Interlude]
Damn
Oh my God

[Verse 2]
Hit him with a combo, you know it came with fries
I text her a paragraph like, "I love you", but it came with lies
I'm at the n***a repass like I know it came with pies
Man
They 'bout to irritate me at the table 'cause it came with flies
Like that's why I keep on swipin'
Fired my last driver 'cause he lied, said he had a license
False application, tryna fuck? You better keep on typin'
If you fuck with me, bitch, you better keep on typin'
If you don't got a computer, you better keep on writin'
And you get a plus if it's in cursive
Hundred-K pallet, I could lay it in front of Bursting
I'm Muslim, but I just invested in a couple Church's
I just went up, now I want ten for a couple verses
I did some— man
But I'm learnin'
But I'm learnin'
It's a hundred-K pallet
Layin' down on the floor— alright
Layin' on the floor on a hundred-K pallet
Layin' on the floor on a hundred-K pallet
[Outro]
Bitch, Krispy