Commotion

Album cover art for "Commotion" by KrispyLife Kidd

KrispyLife Kidd - Rap

Commotion

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Duration: 1:54

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Lyrics

[Intro] (Stuntman) (BeatGang) Let me talk about this crazy-ass weekend I had Alright (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse] I'm in my room kickin' it with the Grim Reaper In high school got all A's 'cause I served my teachers Could've been positive, I could've been a preacher But I knew I woulda sold dope to the deacon Lil' voice in my head screamin', "Tweak out" Outside the club with them shots like I brought the drinks out My bitch want me to treat her like somebody, this ain't Tink house I got a crack crib, and I got a weed house Them people hear me shit talkin', thеy say, "That's a demon" They tryna crack the codе, bitch, this how I talk to my people I thought she had diabetes, seen my auntie use a needle Y'all lil' too harsh, who said that fiends ain't good people? All my way is all blood screamin', "What's poppin' 5? Clip long on this bitch longer than Ramadan Moved out the hood to get to my homie, it's a longer drive Like I got my lil' cousin with me, I done roll with .9 In the club tryna do two-steps with that .50 on me The dog jumped back, got it poppin' like it started lickin' on me Your boyfriend won't have no weed and then he started hittin' on you I was six, so I post some green in a sixty-forty Every whip I ride in, it had Brembo brakes I'm in here tryna get some food, and you invading my space Back the fuck up before I– alright Psh, I know you wanna keep your face Get to blowin', his girl runnin' tryna hold her lace The jail gave my nigga a thousand like here, hold my place Came home, grabbed my tether and then I grabbed my drank Promotor tryna book me out in Iowa, he better have my pape' Give me a minute, I need a hour to make a list of calls My niggas in Ohio said they want the pills of Fentanyl I'm out in Florida smokin' straight Runtz with the Seminoles My nigga caught a cruelty animal charge, he keep hittin' the dog Niggas mad, they not gettin' off and they tell the truth Nigga died in your studio, now you gotta sale your booth We keep slidin' on the opps, they wanna call a truce We want his crib to leak every time it rain, we keep shootin' the roof

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Credits

Writers
  • KrispyLife Kidd
  • Stuntman Beatz