Spicy Language

Lyrics
[Intro] Enrgy made this one It's with a K, dumbass [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Tha-tha-that's your nigga money, you need to give it back Your nigga got his shit took, you had to get it back Brodie's shoes got the size on a tip, he spent a rack [?] shit got straps that say Gucci in cursive on the back Trying not to laugh, but that nigga a clown with it AR-15 shoot and knock out the sound system Brodie just got some P's, he going out of town with them Call KD, he in ATL with my [?] chilling I leave your favorite cousin stanking like [?] Same dawg got with his kids, he was whole Christian I'll fuck up your Jordan right before Christmas I'm all about my green like The Grinch that stole Christmas Me and my niggas bad boys like the Pistons Your niggas bad boys, the kind that get you sent to prison Back in April, went to jail my first pistol I shot at my baby mama, 'cause that bitch was tripping I can't game right now, 'cause I feel it coming Told that bitch keep sucking, 'cause I feel it cumming Bro put your gun on real quick, the hoes coming Just wanna feel safe and not uncomfortable Just hit a fan, that pussy was good too Almost shot a fan, he ran up, I was too spooked Catch [?] ten toes, nigga, you a fool [Interlude] Nigga, you a fo- [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Shells out the window, this a Taco Bell drive through Bragging on your bitch, yeah, that pussy, that's mine too We got 40's, XD's, 223's and 9's too All about my pape, but I ain't the one to lie to Slapped the fuck out my bitch mama, I ain't tried to I ain't gon' speak on the poles that I done ran through [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Ain't gotta pop a nigga, I can use my hands too Dawg said he want a verse from Kidd, I need a band too Me and my niggas stick together like our hands glued Showed too much love, treat my haters like they fans too Hit a nigga, knock him out cold, fit in canned soup I'm sick of [?] on that bitch if she ran through Got [?] and scuffed one of my Yeezys, they brand new You let your mans get finessed, you a ham too We just sold you fake Percs, you a ham, fool Ask a nigga what type of weed is this? And grab a handful I am not mobile, if you only want a gram, dude We the type to fuck your party up and get it canceled
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Credits
- Writers
- KrispyLife Kidd
- YSR Gramz