Arguing

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) (KrispyLife) (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Money made me stand different, this ain't the same posture Put your mans on a chain, I'll snatch the chain out him Take dawg obituary, make a paper plane out it Been gettin' pints off the love, I had the same doctor [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Fully switch on this Draco, this ain't the same chopper Hollow tips in this .50 cal, this a train stopper I don't aim to shoot below the waist, I'm a brain popper Hit a brick of soft so damn hard, knocked the cocaine out it [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Apologized to the nigga I shot two summers ago Been done popped dawg over a bike, I be fuckin' with folks Know how to fight, but I ain't tusslin', though Sha awkward as hell, I pulled an ugly jumper on bro (Ugh) Fat nigga, but the hoes still love me (Fat as fuck) Trap nigga, but the club still book me (Come on) My nigga black with dreads do a hit, they'll think it was Whoopi My bitch bad, before I left, I gave her a whoopin' [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] I know how to rap, but honestly, I'm a dope artist Turn his coupe to a dune buggy, I'll go-kart it Seen my opp at a football game and almost worked Carman Right pocket full of dog shit, I need a roll of Charmin Ayy, what up, KrispyLife? Seen a nigga son the other day and almost flipped his bike I'm cold hearted, I be doin' shit for no reason Hit him in his head and clip his ends, his shit gon' grow even [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Rio, put the Black out, that bitch fuckin' with my breathin' Hop out, chase a nigga down, bro, just don't leave me Your bitch suck on my dick like she teethin' Freaky bitch wanna stand there and watch while I'm peein' I'ma die for my sins, I just robbed a deacon [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] I be prayin' to God like amen, but be drivin' Demons I make bands every day, you get paid biweekly I was finna rob my Cali plug, but I might need him Kill a nigga while he catchin' Z's, he gon' die sleepy [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Been ballin' too long, nigga, fuck the league I like my guns busty, bought the AR double D's I'm trippin' in this bitch, strippers hate when we tweak Told the promoter, "Fuck a free bottle, buy me drink" Hold your nigga hostage four houses down on your street I'm just dream chasin' like that nigga Meek In '09, I'm snatchin' a nigga's shoes off his feet Bought his son two pair like, "My bad, I was off an E" [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] Ayy, Kidd, switch it up, you kind of offbeat Good in Beecher, I don't need a heat to walk down y'all street Baby, this an Off-White shirt, this ain't no tall tee If you ain't got no red or spendin' bread, then don't call me Ayy— Ayy, I need a fuckin' pop Bitch, this a deuce of Actavis, this ain't no fuckin' Wock' Bitch, I can make an FN sound like a fuckin' chop Twelve-hour clip, I'll shoot from one to one o'clock