Sleepy

Lyrics

[Intro] We gon' do it just like this (BeatGang), BeatGang shit (Stuntman) Stuntman, KrispyLife Ayy, look [Verse] Everybody just shootin', get down, nah, fuck that If everybody shootin', then I'ma bust back Bitch pussy pretty, got a smell, I can't fuck that Dog ain't sold no weed, but he ridin' 'round with them one packs Nigga sent a threat, then somethin' had to happen Standin' on business, me and my niggas crashin' crashin' Mix the Wock' with the uh— a half an halfin' Ran out of drank, I told bro I just have to have it Finna make somethin' myself Everybody out of time, I wanna run myself Fucked around and cut— man Fucked around, drunk the wrong bottle, I done cut myself Ahaha They called this self-harm and they ain't think I won't love myself KrispyLife, I got two K's One of them got a 50, this bitch'll shoot for almost two days My manager be ready to pop somebody, I can't do James Before one of us, you'll get your crew grazed I'm takin' drugs, off the fent' gettin' off Told my nigga these hit, he said bring 'em, I said naw My nigga cookin' shit strong enough to drop a dog Lil' bitch on my dick, you beat her up, she still ain't hoppin' off I'm feelin' good, ayy, Duck, how much a helicopter cost? My front yard look like I just got done shoppin' with Ross I just got word, 1.7 for a helicopter Please don't act stupid 'cause we ridin' with hella choppers Hit your whip with that pssh pssh, knocked the pedal out it I don't fuck around with dog, I heard he'd tell the coppers Damn, you be cooperatin' The hoes just fall on my lap, I'm too fat to chase 'em Lord lookin' at me sideways, uh Dog lookin' at me sideways, don't make me turn to Jason I'm in the club with two shanks, damn near— man I'm in the club with two shanks with— I'm in the club with two shanks hard enough, finna turn to Jason Dog got stabbed in his artery, he done died from all that playin' My auntie a psychic, she could read your lifeline You ain't never made this much money in your lifetime At a fancy restaurant eatin' steak with some white wine Fifty thousand for a Rolex, hope this the right time Shh, man, that's a SkyDweller Oh, you say you want the ba—? Well, I might mail 'em Bitch bad but don't own nothin', shit, I might sell her Bitch and her sister wanna suck my balls, and I might let 'em [Outro] Bitch KrispyLife, nigga Whole lot of— whole lot of— Alright now Free Rio