[Intro]
KrispyLife
It feel so good
(It's with a K, dumbass)
It feel good to be the young GOAT of the city
And I know these n***as hate it

[Verse]
Feelin' good, I just fucked two hoes off of my music
White boy just shot up a school bumpin' my music
They ain't feelin' my shit, I'm a bad influence
Before you reach for a chain, better have insurance
I've been eatin' good, taxin' for a course
Last time I checked, you n***as couldn't afford shorts
Sorry that your mans got dropped jumpin' off the porch
If you speak on Gabe, get his ass torched
Catch me in the Bay sippin' with the thugs
Catch me in the A with the deal on the drugs
N***a better watch what he say or he eat some slugs (Yeah)
I don't really love this bitch, I be high off drugs
But not off no fuckin' weed
Just give me somethin' green and two fuckin' beans
Headshot for him and his bitch, I'm in two different dreams
I sell the pillheads, we got two different fiends
Hate-keep relationship for shit, I'm too fuckin' mean
Gross shirt off the, off the Purple jeans
I'm too, too, too fuckin' clean
Feelin' Manny fresh fresh, y'all can't fuck with me
When n***as rappin' only time that they touch a beat
Great cast wanna beef, rappin' 'bout all them fiends
Only 'cause he ain't got no fiends (He ain't got shit, bitch)
Didn't wanna put you on blast, but you fraud, bro
It's all GOAT vibes, and that's all, bro
Stomp a n***a feet in the club, break a small toe
I've been ballin' like Kobe with the small 'fro
Police-ass n***as, go'n get the calls, bro
Fat n***a, supersize my fries and large Coke
N***as die about a bitch that we all hittin'
My Glock baldheaded, bought this bitch extensions
N***as never on that block, they know I'ma spin it
Hoes suck my meat 'cause they know I be spittin'
Spend a whole fifty on this jean 'fit, yeah, I'm drippin'
Kick his bitch to the curb, her pussy was hittin'
N***as sense the beat they cast, that's why mines' pending
Kit Kat a bitch heart straight down the middle
Shoot out this 23, it loadin' up Pippen
Could've smoked that boy boots, shit, I was tempted
But I knew my dupes, she was gon' be trippin'
Pop a n***a dead in his shit, pop him in his melon
I do dog all my hoes, yeah, I be trippin'
[?] poured up some Quali', yeah, I'm mad but I'ma sip it (Come on)
I ain't gon' punch a baby, but I don't do no kissin'
Gotta be twenty-one and older, I don't do no children
I only need three shots, Ben Wallace from the Pistons (Yeah)
I'll light my bitch— man, I'm done, man
[Outro]
Ayy
I feel good, though (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
It feel good, don't it? It feel good, don't it?
It feel good, don't it? It feel good, don't it?
Gang gang, n***a
It's with a K, dumbass