(Kri-Kri-KrispyLife)
(Come on, P)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Yung Sak Runner
Kidd, I'm- Kidd, I'm finna finesse this n***a, let's play monkey in the middle
FN or the Drac', send that n***a to the 'spital
Brodie fucking with that dawg, I heard he got a lotta kennels
Had to go and get a bag, got the fuck up out my figure

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Even wit' a shovel, n***a, I cannot dig 'em
Chop' left a fat ass n***a with a chunk missin'
I fucked yo' bitch and I left her in her feelings
You hold my n***a cheese, we ain't gone forget it

[Verse 3: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
GlockBoyz, n***a
Naw, we ain't gon' forget it, n***a
Call the chopstick Mike Tyson, the way it hit a n***a
He think he a hunnid-fifty round drum'll split a n***a
Used to be a Blood, but the .45 Crippin' n***as

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
[?] just here fasho, fuck help from n***as
Please let the opps in, God help these n***as
Tezz, let me see the Glock, my eye twitchin'
I'm 'bout to use this bitch, I'm a Glockboy with it
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I stumped dawg in his stomach, til' that n***a shitted
I'm 'bout to spend dawg block but I'm not no fidget
I be all in girly mouth, but I'm not no dentist
Back in high school, I sold eighths so I got suspended

[Verse 6: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Hunnid round drum, it shoot for ten minutes
Brodie flying in the scat pack, he got ten tickets
I need a real bitch, Jada Pinket
He weigh three-hunnid pounds, but the 7.62 can lift him

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fuck yo' music, beat his ass with the mic stand
Gramz screamin' fuck that n***a up, this my hype man
Seen a n***a get shot 'cause he got in a fight stance
Bunch of Internet thugs, go ahead and type, then

[Verse 8: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
My hoes beefin', go ahead and fight, then
Bitch said she hate n***as, go and be a dyke, then
Her water overflow when I put the pipe in
I need a black bitch 'cause my last one was lightskin

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a fuck about you, n***a, fuck yo' cousins
Give a fuck if you don't like me, I'll fuck yo' sister
Drop 21 on yo' team like I'm Jimmy Butler
This weed loud as hell, like your car, I think it need a muffler
[Verse 10: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
These blues hot as hell, think I need a stuffer
I'll buy a bitch some Ferragamo, I'll never cuff her
I be cuttin' into n***as like a stick of butter
Glock black and white, ain't got no color

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll slap yo' bitch in her shit over somethin' you said
At yo' BM crib, throwing fruit snacks at yo' son head
Filled his sippy cup up with lean, told him go to bed
Soon as that n***a went to sleep, yo' bitch gave me head

[Verse 12: YSR Gramz]
This Glock got extentions on the end, like a n***a dreads
My n***a Driveway Baby 'bout to beat the feds
Hit a n***a dead in his shit, like that n***a Craig
I coulda' said "wit' a brick," but I don't rap 'bout that

[Verse 13: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
I'm finna go to Hollywood, but I don't act like that
Dawg cappin' in his songs, I don't rap like that
I'm finna start a clothing line: 'Fuck All Opps'
I don't gotta start a record label to get y'all dropped, n***a

(Come on, P)