Hell in a Cell

Lyrics

[Intro] We gon' do it just like this, KrispyLife It's with a K, dumbass [Verse] Was flashin' cheese, I guess I left a sixty trail When I was sixteen, I gave Fendi hell Your bitch take care of you like she tryna get you well (What?) Niggas be piss poor, this shit never fails (Ayy, Celo, this shit crazy) Out in Oakland lookin' for a wine spot Cameras on the corner catch them plays in the blindspot (Ayy, come here, come here) This revolver in this bitch only got five shots Ocean Spray, mix it with the lean, I call it wine drop (Man) Them people on my ass like why I ain't drop? I caught a case, I'm on the box, he hit my line hot Hold up— my phone just vibrated, that's a Chime drop (Hold on) Niggas mad they motion slowed up and mines not Diamonds dancin', these bitches lookin' like an Easter section Bro drove to get them pounds, I threw a pita teven (Here you go) On my mama, you could've never guessed it (Never) What, you still confused? What, I gotta give my lesson? (Huh?) G gettin' money by any means You, us and never them, nothing in between Eat everything I wanted, I done bought with cheese S stressed, but they can't see me bleed S sex with a bad bitch you ain't never seen A bitch out in a snowstorm, make her grab a fifty piece Hit the road, not for no shows, but a thousand beans Niggas down in Dayton say they want him, they got blue cheese Nigga say he gettin' money, don't believe it, it's farfetched I just bought some Louis and some Guccis off of Farfetch Chop hit his whip, shut it down, I made the car flip Not a vape, but I left this bitch smokin' like a cartridge It's a lot of muscle 'round me, bitch, we Billy Blanks Been done hittin' them stores, boy, bitch, we hittin' banks His shit ain't really hittin' at all, I think that shit fake Caught them boys in the mall, they got to runnin' like a fast brake Got your family cryin' in the living room like they cut onions Cut from a certain type of cloth and you ain't cut from it Tired of hearin' all them fake stories, you ain't done done it They say he died from the beef, but it ain't come from it (No) I'm tired of niggas talkin' money, nigga, what 'bout it? I just bought some dress shoes, these bitches made out of ostrich They know my face down in Kansas, not from rappin' but for college Me and World Famous trippin', he did Gucci, I'ma do Versace This shit hotter than a coffee cup Bitch breath hot, she in my face, don't fog these up (No) They tellin' me I'm trippin', man, trip these nuts The same bitch you trippin' over, boy, I paid fifty bucks (She a slut) [Outro] KrispyLife, nigga It's with a K, dumbass Stupid Pussy