[Intro]
Alright
KrispyLife, it's with a K, dumb bitch

[Verse]
Drunk some cut yesterday, I need a Vernors or some Benadryl
One of them ones from my city, that's why I got a deal
Touched half a ticket off of rip, I'm tryna get a mil'
Ain't been asleep in three days, I just woke up, I'm tryna get the feel
Hit your baby mama without no condom, yeah, I'm for the drama
Drop fifty on your team, I'm the Black Mamba
Then you hear me screechin' off, fishtailin' in a black Charger
You took the badges off that V6, that's a cap Charger
We cut n***as' water off who can't keep it solid
Only hit the bank to make withdrawals and large deposits
You be in that bitch askin' for loans, n***a
I'm on Zillow with your bitch, tryna buy your home, n***a
Oh, that's how I got the address
Talkin' 'bout what you did in '05, n***a, that's past tense
The top of my stove touchscreen, this the glass bitch
And my Glock got that one thing on her, this the fast bitch
You n***as loose as hell, straight open like a sandal
Wanna speak cash, well, we can talk, bitch, I'm Tevin Campbell
I ain't buyin' no exotic bully, I'm finna buy a mammal
Fuck it, get a passport, hit Ibiza, I'm finna buy a camel
My bitch tryna get high, where Reece Money at?
Got a forty-year-old with good coochie, call her my Thunder Katt
I'm 'bout to break her pussy off a Perc' and a hundred pack
Get creative and choke my bitch up with the luggage strap
Don't play with me, I know where you live, folks
I cut a rival gang member drugs, how you feel, loc?
Bro been havin' prescriptions since we was kids, he the pill G.O.A.T.​​
I did this shit without my— I'm the real G.O.A.T.​​
Makin' plays out in Grand Blanc
You brought your dirty bitch to the beach and made the sand stink
I bet you dig in your bitch ass and then your hand stink
You ain't got no room to talk about nobody, your crib on Land Bank
Damn, I should make a bid
My n***a got caught with a brick, now he doin' a bid
I just spent five hundred for my bitch wig
The hoes don't wanna fuck with my n***a, he keep firin' them SIGs
The box on the chop look like an interface
I ain't really into your— alright
I don't really like your pussy, baby, I'm just into face
Don't nobody trust you, seen your name in that n***a case
I got an auntie that's thirty-eight and she a dyke
He got popped before he threw a punch, they ain't see the fight
He died in another city, he ain't see his flight
Hit a brick with that hee-hee, they ain't see the Mike
I'm on the Northside where they cook crack at
My n***a got a gun hold four-fives, where your MAC at?
Let me see your pussy, I'm tryna pack that
At the casino, bettin' my pockets playin' blackjack