Enrgy, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (It's with a K, dumbass) KrispyLife! (I got so much Enrgy) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Me and my bitch be gettin' into it, I'ma keep on trying Niggas gotta relax through this bitch, or they gon' keep on dying Bitch pussy wet, I'ma keep on diving Yeah, I seen dawg body fall, but I'ma keep on driving My bitch wanna trust me, but I'ma keep on lying Dawg know his raps cap, but he keep on typing My nigga went OT, and he swiped a Meijer My nigga pieces hit, he could've punched a lion [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I just bought a lot of weed, I need to find a buyer Dee Rich, pat this nigga down, I think he wearing a wire Last time I was in the stu', I set the booth on fire Brodie steady poppin' off on Percs, he can't get no higher Me and my nigga tight as hell like 10-4 pliers Why the fuck you got a gun if you can't hit your target? I'm high as hell in the booth, I think I need some water A nigga touch me, he gon' die, he better get a charger [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Your best bet to keep your hands to yourself Popped dawg in front of everybody, I'll just hold myself Before I get my checks up, bitch, I'll K myself My pockets fat as hell, I gotta weigh myself Lamb chops, steak bites, and Martinis Mexican bitch, stuff for me name Martini Let's take the rap money, buy 'bows, I'm a genius Let the roll hang out, bitch say I'm teasing [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] No, Kidd, chill the fuck out, you lame as hell I took my rap money and bought 'bows, I just saved myself This ain't WWE, you can't take my belt I had to take the gun from my nigga, almost K'd hisself His baby mama keep putting him out, I know he hate hisself I just bought a pound from whatshisname, it's only 8 more left Huh, I be trappin' trappin' Shot the Draco with one arm, got me walking backwards 20 bands in a nigga hand, look like a stack of crackers Your team letting you down, you Matt Stafford Nigga, I got my own back, I'm a backscratcher You know you can't trust none of these niggas, they'll backstab you [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] I'll make it so your family all crying and light candles I'll leave your shit open, like you wearing sandals Niggas ain't got no fiends, they just hand out samples These niggas, these niggas ass-backwards I'll clean a nigga shit up, I'm shooting Detergent I don't remember you being street, y'all niggas was jerking I ain't heard a nigga say shit, really purpin' Made your bitch have a miscarriage, did it on purpose Ain't had a job in 3 years, best believe I'm working Pop dawg in his shit, yep, closed curtains In a nigga bushes, like I'm lurking Make a nigga wivel like he hit a speed bump This bitch I'm shooting, big, look like a tree stump Give me 50 fee, before I tell my niggas "Eat somethin'" Top longer than a t-shirt, on T-Money I can do this shit for free, bitch, I need money Durag with the braids, lookin' like I need money If I let a nigga slide, it's cause he paid money If I see a pig fly, you ain't gotta pay me nothin' Me and Gramz 'bout to beef, I just fucked his cousin And that bitch better not say nothing [Outro: KrispyLife Kidd] KrispyLife, YSR shit, dumbass niggas I need Enrgy, snitchin' that's a penalty, dumbass