[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
KrispyLife
It's-it's-it's—
Bitch
It's with a K, dumbass

[Verse]
N***a play with me, he gon' die the next morning
I just had a play for a band out of my morgues
Make a sound like I play for a band out in my morgues
These take 2.0s, baby, you cannot afford
Shoot his bitch waitin' in here, alright, back to you, Doris
I wanna pop a n***a on camera, come on, bro, record me
She wanna fuck with me bad, but she cannot afford me
Is we fuckin' or not? Can you chase my semen?
I just wanna stuff you with these pills and take you out the region
I got the plug on this bitches down the way in Cleveland
A lovey-dovey type of n***a, but I'ma mistrеat you
She face swallowed mе one day, I beat her in my beater
She sucked my dick in a lil' car, that's an eater and an eater
I dicked this bitch down, but I'll never eat her
This bitch love me so much, but I don't wanna believe her
Only pour fives up, I don't drink fours
Have my Messi knock you off for some pesos
I like my bitches bad, yeah, and my girl love my hoes
If she fuck me, then she gotta fuck all my bros
I'm a different type of n***a
I can get the bag gone and then go swipin' with it
I don't want that bitch if she ain't got no license with her
The lean hittin' hard as hell, like I'm fightin' with it
I'm in the kitchen with the— ugh, and I'm fightin' with it
You swear you gon' hear pah pah, boy, who gon' be fightin' with you?
Sneak dissin' on the Internet, who was that typin' with you?
Free Bareface, bitch, I got five on Dizzle
I got another five, if he shoot, he not gon' miss you
You sure you wanna beef with us? It's a lot that come with it
Lot of n***as want the sauce, call it sound trappin'
They sit and take K checks for rap, how I sound trappin'?
Your n***a support, they must love the sound of that captain
You always been a team player, never been a team captain
My n***a fuckin' with the Scooby Doo, he keep the Shaggy
I'll pop your dumb ass, I'm not known for scrappin'
Last video I was posted with a 9 on Gratiot
I'm with Vez down the Six, we got the Mile slappin'
This my life and I'm livin' how I'm supposed to
Would've been dead or in jail, thank God for Pro Tools
Can't blame me for wantin' to be the dope man
I grew up around this shit, that's what I'm exposed to
I've been lettin' my nuts drop like I'm supposed to
Shoutout my n***a StanDro, he like, "You 'posed to"
You got smitties and high points, we got poles too
New chop go— the new Glock a four-two
Always had a current risk, bitch, ain't got no wack jumper
Enrgy made me this beat, now I'm ready to spark somethin'
[Outro]
Bitch
KrispyLife, n***a
A whole lot of that
Dumb-ass n***a
Iced Up shit, bitch