Fast Dudes

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (Enrgy made this one) (It's with a K, dumbass) KrispyLife, alright It's with a K, dumbass, ayy [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Glock a virgin, he ain't hit shit, he gotta fold somethin' I been tweakin', goin' hard, yeah, the whole summer The shit niggas dropped, it be trash, a whole dumpster My bitch got out of line, so I had all my hoes dump her Call Baby E, tell him bring out all the fast dudes I ain't got no regular Glock, this the fast dude Hollows'll hit your skin, but these ain't tattoos I'll put these bitches in your car like this fast food [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Curved clip on the micro Drac' look like a cashew I already lapped you, so don't think this first time I passed you Nigga you was a random in the pic if I ain't tagged you Glock shoot sevеnty miles per hour, this bitch a fast dude And thе whip cost fifty His crib cost a hundred, hit his block and now it's fifty Chop take a nigga out his socks, it's so shifty Just got a Scat in the D, if you wanna cop it, meet me in the city [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] My bitch keep it a hundred, she an honest ho I'm out of town with the plug at a Pappadeauxs I hate when niggas pocket watch and try to count the roll This right here dog shit, it won't spread or fold [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Everybody call me G.O.A.T., but I ain't sayin' it, though Niggas ask me how I did it, I ain't plan this, bro I was makin' dog shit, wasn't in no studio I was in the traphouse chillin' with a two-two pole [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] My Black nigga like to shoot, look like Flavor Flav Went to get food and somebody died in Famous Dave's Leave your crib smokin' like a nigga hit it with some sage I popped somebody, gotta get a cut, I'ma miss the braids I fuck with that head, get the balls, baby On some freaky shit, get the hauls, baby On my third distribution in two years, who you call lazy? I pulled up to this bitch four pockets full, let me call Baby I keep slidin' out the window like I'm Ricky killer Promoter pissed, I done pulled up with like fifty niggas I don't fight hoes no more, I'm a changed man, I'm a different nigga I done snuck the Glock in the club, I'm finna kill a stripper This bitch stay in my pocket like jeans come with it This the baby Glock, but when it decock, it's three more inches My fiend retired from GM, he got three more pensions Thought that was the only Glock, my nigga pulled up with six more pistols [Verse 6: Babyfxce E] Kidd got six, I'ma pull up with like three more bitches Keep a two-two by the door, that's the peephole pistol Damn, that bitch rough, let me see, then I'ma keep your pistol Why your bitch talkin' while we talkin'? You need to teach your women Bitch, that's a BBL, I can peep the difference They like, "Do you got your CPL? 'Cause I can't see your pistol" I just don't give a fuck, I'm a fuckin' menace P let us drive the Bentley truck, we hangin' out the window If we can't find a striker, we bangin' out the rental Crop just dropped, to dry the planks, we hang 'em off the ceiling They just booked me for a show, we bangin' out the building A nigga say he want a deuce of drank, I drained it out my kidney [Outro: Babyfxce E] Shit Huh, nigga It's with an X, nigga Fxce