In the Air

Album cover art for "In the Air" by KrispyLife Kidd

KrispyLife Kidd - Rap, Detroit Rap

In the Air

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[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] I'm in love with that new Maybach, theses bitches drive different If you book me at a cheaper price, must be nice, Lyfe Jennings You got a nine, I got a ten-milli', this a pipe difference Hit you up top so you wouldn't suffer, you died with a nice ending Man, I'm in the club, disco ball, the lights hittin' me I see you twerkin' ass, but don't step on these, 'cause I fight bitches Not from Chicago, but in my pocket look like I stuffed a pizza puff She brought me food and head at 12 o'clock, I guess that's a decent lunch She gave me pussy, I ain't do too much, I just teased to fuck Hitman got 40 on his waist, big jeans, you up If I don't like your style, then I'm chuckin' deuces I'm out in Bali with my Bloods bickback boolin' Don't run up on me outta line, the clip longer than the Constitution Oh, you a street fighter? Hit you with this hot dooker I think he wearin' a wire, Milo Stanfield I'm drunk, tryna shoot, my nigga, can you stand still? Dog still ain't slid, he a smart man Hit the dope too hard, fiend OD'd, I hit him with the Narcan [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Boy, your dirty ass broke as hell, do I look like a nigga you could call twin? See-through lenses on the buffs, I look like Bart friend The only time you made sparks fly is when your car dead These niggas hate me 'cause I'm rich and stuck-up, my nuts hangin' Lumpy-headed-ass boy, you got your barber frustrated Got his ass blitzed hard for all that pumpfakin' Smokin', gettin' neck, I get more high top than Chuck Taylors Bitch fucker, gunslinger, got his family fundraisin' Walk in the club and smack the piss out of a drunk hater I'm pullin' strings and gettin' off, I'm like a bus taker I don't believe you, boy, that's big cap, drum major Rich as hell, fuck favors, tre tucked, lunch table Your lil' bitch a nut taker, finna see what's up later These Hollywood hoes lame, I need some ratchet neck Your bitch so fuckin' irritatin', I'm finna pass her back I'm ridin' with my low-key ho, pray we don't catch a flat She got my name, I got my name too, we got matchin' tats Yeah, me and G got ten hoes at the bachelor pad I fucked your bitch inside the shower, this ho actually bad

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Credits

Writers
  • KrispyLife Kidd
  • Cash Kidd