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Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) KrispyLife, nigga Alright Ayy Been up for six days, I done popped— [Chorus] Been up for six days, I done popped too many Addys Sav made this beat for— for a fellow savage Don't get your noodles rocked for a sack of cabbage Doin' all that playin' will get your granny whacked in traffic [Verse 1] I don't make my bitch call me daddy, she call me master Threw an easy button on the Glock, made it shoot faster I don't go to church but move pounds through it, who the pastor? [Chorus] Been up for six days, I done popped too many Addys Sav made this beat for a fellow savage Don't get your noodles rocked for a stack of cabbage Doin' all that playin' gon' get your granny whacked in traffic [Verse 2] Should've threw her old ass on a "Fuck You" hoodie Oh, that was too soon? House big, I got a shoe room for my shoe room I don't think I got it, all I do got some loose screws Your crib keep gettin' shot up, you probably need to move Hmm, just take my advice Made 50K off verses, I did that twice Who Decides War on my back, this shit look nice I got a thing for gay chicks, I'm tryna fuck jikes "Wait, Kidd, you tryna hit a dyke?" No, that's a girly girl I ain't trippin' on no drank, I just got a six from Pearl Bitch got some wide shoulders with a big back Fuck all that dissin', boy, come get your lick back You ever seen a .223 destroy a six-pack? I'm really part of Bread Gang and I don't know Fatts Or Moneybagg Stealin' gum out the gas station with a sixty stash Show one of you rap niggas how to get a bag Yeah, your crib kinda nice, but your ceiling's ass 'Cause we keep makin' it rain Now your roof, it got leaks in it I don't really fuck with vegetables, but I keep spinach Almost threw up, I got dizzy 'cause I keep spinning I love cheese, how could I ever go vegan? Hit her hard, knock her period on, now the bitch bleedin' Niggas wasn't fuckin' with me, now they act like they need me Feel like George Floyd in the streets 'cause they need me You ain't really— You ain't really up no dogshit, you need to stop stuntin' Your mans would've got away, but he stopped runnin' Bitch, you better keep suckin' 'cause I am not cummin' Got a 911 on me, this a lethal weapon Bought nine platters in the club, I gotta feed my section Grind hard or go home, somebody call Destined I mean everything I say, I do not be jeffin' Since you puttin' shit on God, y'all can meet in Heaven