Swag Surfin

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[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Alright KrispyLife, nigga Watch how I do this one Ayy [Verse] Ain't gotta trap no more, I use Gmail as my workspace Give me all felatio, I wasn't fuckin' in the first place You twenty-eight years old, you just moved in your first place At thirteen years old, that's when I nutted on my first face Screamin' fuck niggas, I need Trump back in office If you see me pop my trunk, then ain't no backin' off it Runnin' the Rams defense and I got the Packers offense One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, them my latest offers In the booth on my Fire Marshall Bill style Have my bitch beat your baby mama up with her heels style 80K withdrawals on Monday, crack a seal now My nigga aim got a lil' better, he put the pills down I call Scatz for emergencies If it's a lick, my lil' nigga be the first to eat Hit the opps' hood, down they block, we done purged the street Catch a body, set it on fire, we done burned the beef I made six figures off rap, not one song had a chorus Knock the steps off his crib, how the fuck he live without a porch? Next deal I sign, I'm goin' to Beecher in the newest Porsche Young dog turned thirteen, for his birthday, I bought a torch All my Glocks come with lights on it, Jay Big, he the sponsor Damn near gettin' ten for a show, my team, they can vouch for that Bullets goin' through the front and they goin' out his back Made my first ten off of lyrics and I said fuck the trap Bitch, I be swag surfin' You your daddy's son, I just know you and your pops hurtin' Fucked four generations of your family, I am not perpin' I don't know what nothin' mild sound like, I drop hot verses Flipped the hearse with that nigga body in it This clip long like a book without an ending All my niggas for real, they is not pretending Hit a nigga with a tummy shot and knock out his chitterlings You ever seen an automatic K? Naw, you ever seen an automatic Drac'? Amiri 'fit in the club, swag surfing in your face If it's beef, I text back OVO like I'm signed with Drake The bitch gotta have some cheeks on her Ate too much ass yesterday, I'm in a cheat coma My bitch in the hospital 'bout to die, but I'ma cheat on her If she live and survive, then I'ma beat on it I know five bitches who got bust down in the Flint store Try to lie, ho, I seen it all, it's on video It's sad, I been fuckin' my stuffer and my bitch know Bitch had that baby, boobs went deflated, where your titties go?
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Credits
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- KrispyLife Kidd