Petty Ballers

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Uh What up, P? We finna do it just like this Uh, aha Let that bitch ride, that bitch too hard, got me here hurtin' my back Free the main bird, nigga KrispyLife, ayy [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] You broke petty niggas, put that change up I'm on my fifth duece, this ain't the same cup Twenty-five lines, thirty-five hundred, this ain't the same gulp I did a striker, then I did a striker, let me change up The bitches get behind me, I go ghost, I turn to Casper I got two things in this world, my balls and masters Bent off that juice trippin', I feel bad for my Blatter In Seattle with my plug talkin' birds, bitch, I'm Bobby Welder [Verse 2: Peezy] Three labels call my phone, I ain't even answer (Nope) I ain't interested in sellin' out, I own my own masters I'm on vacation, but the phone crackin' (Pull up on bro) See the shine on it when you take it out the wrapper (Yeah) I be in the field active (Yeah), I am not a real rapper (Naw) Dead fresh when I take a picture, I don't need a caption Fuck a model on the couch, I don't need the mattress (Haha) I can post a million cash 'cause I pay taxes [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] That new ten-thousand, a hundred thousand, put my life on it We don't show cash, but I bring that shit out for the right moment That nigga broke as fuck, somebody go and slap a cast on him I'm buyin' the whole crew ice, I'm gonna spend a bag on 'em [Verse 4: Peezy] Yeah Whip brand new, I left the tag on it (Brand new) She been around me, that's why she act funny (Yeah) She bad but she skinny, I put ass on her (Come on, baby) And she won't fuck with you, I put my last on it [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Fat French nigga, Off-White, or Dior Buy Amiri, don't leave the tag hangin', that shit poor Bought water, pour it out, throw a duece in the quart Make a bitch wash my dishes, she'll treat it like a chore [Verse 6: Peezy] Yeah Dior trench coat, got it hangin' to the floor (Yeah) They might deport a nigga 'cause the cars all foreign (Swear) She not a bad bitch, if she poor (No) Wack a nigga, wack some more, we ain't even on a sport, nope (Blrrt) [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] I don't burn bridges, all my bitches still love me In the trap, tears in my eyes cuttin' up an onion If I step on it too hard, I'll bust a bunyan If you step to one of us too hard, I'll bust a dozen [Verse 8: Peezy] He ain't pay me back yet, fuck my cousin (Fuck 'em) He cut himself off for a couple racks, that ain't nothin' (Nope) I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, man, I'm tired of being humble (Tired) Got the ball in my hands, and I bet I won't fumble (Bet I won't fumble) These niggas must be blind, they ain't seein' money Hit him five times (Baow, baow, baow), he ain't see it comin' (Ha) Ain't no limit to my cash money, I might need a Hummer Pussy wasn't even that expensive, paid a couple hundred [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] I like to trick on bad hoes, ain't nothin' on my budget Thirty-eight hundred just for this Louis duffle If TSA trippin', I'm trippin' off the Louis luggage Off the whitest white Buffs on my face, I'm rockin' onions I be gettin' money for a long time Hold my wrist in the air, it's gon' fasho shine Nigga can't say I dropped a dime If you ever see me drop a dime, it was ten multiple times, bitch KrispyLife, nigga