A Lil Turnt

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rich) KrispyLife (Iced Up Records) What up, Rich? (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse 1] My fiends crazy, yeah, they be darin' people But they ain't scared of no one, but they scared of them people My fiend like to sniff 'cause she scared of needles I'm off of the rocks and the roll like I play for The Beatles Damn, I mean play in The Beatles Should get a guitar iced out, I'm just playin' The Beatles Child support wanna hit my rap check, I ain't payin' them people Niggas can't run up on me 'cause what I'm sprayin' is legal I'm 'bout to say fuck a mink, I'm 'bout to buy a Jita Know I fuck a cheetah bitch, I'm 'bout to buy a zebra I miss my old headhunters, yeah, her neck, oh shit I can't say that 'cause I'ma still leave her Even if I get her back, I'ma still beat her She say, "I love you, Kidd", but I don't wanna believe her I need at least two thousand if you want a feature I told this bitch I really love her, but I don't really need her Spell it with a K Spell it with a motherfuckin' K, bitch, alright Spell it with a K, I don't use no other alphabet When that check hit my hand, it's better to code word "rap for sex" Before the boys pull me over, I'll this bitch And before I kill you over pussy, you can have this bitch Mmm I'm chargin' up like Vegeta, I'm 'bout to beat your ass Went to school with niggas like you, you wouldn't sit on shit in class His ass keep suckin' my dick, why you kissin' Jazz? I'm bustin' this bitch like a trumpet, but I ain't into jazz I hit that bitch like Jimmy Neutron, then I gotta blast Fat nigga but I be crispy, I be showin' my ass Mmm, ahh Ever since the rap money been comin' in, I ain't the old me I get the good shit in for the low, now the 'bows cheap Bro listened to my music, while he whippin', give him cold feet Slidin' down the block in a Chevy Cruze, rumped the whole street Why the fuck would I ice you out? Bitch, you my old freak I ain't come over here to fuck, bitch, I'm just goin' to sleep Uh-huh, yeah I ain't come over here to fuck, bitch, I'm just goin'— Fresh made the beat, yeah, this bitch a classic You ain't never had ten, but got some pussy, why you braggin'? Hahahaha, man, bro, why you laughin'? 'Cause you went in the club without no cheese, but got a beer, that's why we laughin' Niggas don't really want no static Pop up at a nigga crib, but his shit on loaded cannons I don't like that nigga swag so I decorate his fabric Your bitch and my chain the only two people in the club that's dancin' [Outro] Yeah, bitch KrispyLife KrispyLife the take two, bitch I'm on a whole lot of that, a whole lot of that, bitch It's with a K, dumb fuck Naw, it's with a K, dumb bitch Naw, it's with a K, dumb-ass nigga Alright