Today Was Bool

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy You know, let me talk that one shit real quick KrispyLife, nigga, it's with a K, dumbass Look [Verse] I don't trust shit You wanna make a lot of money, well, go bump this I heard you don't get no ass, you don't fuck shit Same rapper that'll say, "Fuck rap" and get on fuck shit Hella bags in the living room, I look like a hoarder Gettin' them oranges for the low way down in Georgia Actin' like you want a pound, but you'd cop a quarter You better chill, 'cause I'll pay my young nigga, you'll die for Forces Oversized hoodie cost a lot, this the Bape shit I come in with my gun out, I don't say shit Glock out while I'm pumpin' gas, this a safe trip Man, ayy, look My nigga poppin' with the Ruger, I hopped out with the K too These niggas think they fuckin' with me, they smokin' K2 I got a fiend out of New York, he look like Babe Ruth And I got a buyer out in Mexico go by Jesus Hm, you will die playin' Hercules Been cookin' raw for a straight week, it damn near hurt to sneeze You will make me mad for doin' too much, you will die for cappin' Oh, you thought it was funny? You will die for laughin' Poke you in the club with the Ace, nigga, you will die for matchin' And this bitch poured up a deuce, I'm gettin' high with Madison My doctor give me drugs that they give people that's fightin' cancer I'm in the club drunk off a Long Island tryna fight a dancer I'm a piece of shit Constipated, I been stackin', if I up it, it take a week to shit Ain't wanna kill him, so I had to hit all knees and feet If I get jammed, I'm goin' downtown and I'm pleadin' the Fifth Huh, I'll make the police do they job You will see me hang out with Drac', but I ain't pull up with Josh On a chill day, I can up a five But catch me at the 'Set trippin', I'll probably up a dime They say Krispy got the hardest beats, my shit unmatched Designer head to toe and don't nothin' match That last shit you dropped was weak as fuck, who gon' bump that? You was hatin' for a while, you givin' props, you must've bumped crack Hah, oh, you clean stupid I ain't gotta pop you, I'll have my fiend do it When you off the Trish, you gotta make lean msuic I just cussed my bitch out and hung up on her, this mean music We don't twist no petty shit up, my nigga roll gorilla fingers You ain't got no real chicken, you got chicken fingers Every time somethin' go down, you cry, bitch, you just a diva I heard you tried to sell a 'bow, it was all sativa