[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Yeah, what bag I'm in? (It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, oh, no, I fucked up
Bitch

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Better get your mans, or we gon' keep beefin'
Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza
If I fuck, I will not be leavin'
If you text a n***a back, "Hey," I'ma think you cheatin' (Hey)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
​iPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies
I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy
She a dime bitch, but I'll never throw her ass a penny
We all know Glocks ain't got no safety, but I got more straps than Jimmy

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Told the hood I was comin' back in a Bentley
Shit real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Beni's
Drop two hundred out this bitch, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty
I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop mе a n***a

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin'
Call Mike, hе don't stay far, he close by Beecher
Got an E on an important test and almost burned my teacher
Hit a n***a on top his waves, and I left him dreamin'
[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary
I was sellin' real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's
Ghetto Boy soldiers, bitch, we the new military
That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Just bought four Perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry
Had to turn the flashlight on, it was gettin' scary
Put the red beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry
N***a, you ain't really from the Fifth, I sold a brick on Marry

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ever got into it with a n***a with more money than you?
I can tell that you broke, and you knew I knew
On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice
Bitch suck my dick 'cause I'm fat and I'm kind of cute
I seen five friends, and I'm claimin' two
Gave Rio one and I'm savin' two
Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and mace him too
Mike smokin' zazas, and he facin' too

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
My bitch made me rice with some fish that was pan fried
Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide
I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired
Thirty racks for this plain-face Rollie, but the band diamond
Bitch, and it match my chain
Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same
Doggy ain't never shot shit, I got an active aim
I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Man, y'all n***as out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep
It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright

[Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG]
He did a half-spin when I shot the fin, that's one-eighty
Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it
Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it back and say I breaked it
Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'ma finna make 'em paint it
Don't talk to me 'bout broke shit, you gon' make me laugh
Mike fucked my bitch without a Mag', it didn't make me mad
Bitch, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash
Just bust a date with a young bitch that look like Stacey Dash

[Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd & Lil Yachty]
Man, we should've left that n***a sleep (Go)

[Verse 10: Lil Yachty]
My bitch caught an attitude cause my nails look better
Fuck n***a mad I ain't try, my sales look better
Threw the bitch in a pool, hope her pussy get wetter
Forty-five hunnid rent dollars on Chrome Heart sweaters
And I'll never wear it
Five rings on a n***a hand like Brigetta Barrett
I don't do crushed up stones, I like whole karats
I can't talk around bad bitches, they just like parrots
Repeating what they hear
I could win a hundred million dollars, I wouldn't even cheer
You can tell me any type of threat and I wouldn't have a fear
Bro got a case on those guns, he walk with spears
And let me tell you something
You ain't got no seal on that pint, then you can't sell me nothing
Bitch from last year hit my phone on a humble
Talkin' 'bout her son birthday and it's comin' up
Like I give a real fuck, big-eyed n***a ain't give me shit, so fuck is up?
Old school Beamers on them tings and it's tuned up
And it's tuned high
N***a ever snatch my chain, he gon' soon die