Understand the Spice

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Shh, shh, shh, shh (It's with a K, dumbass) Alright KrispyLife, bitch (KrispyLife, bitch) It's with a big mothafuckin' K (It's with a big mothafuckin' K) You wanna die over some- alright, ha, yeah Shit (Shit) Fuck (Fuck) Ay (Ay) (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] You wanna die over some petty shit? Dawg shooting in the sky, tryna get heaven hit This a Avirex, this ain't no Pelle, bitch I just popped security in the club, on some Belly shit We been trappin' since the sandbox Did some bullshit, cut the brades, grew dreadlocks I'm from Flint, fuck a bitch, make her bed rock [Verse 2: RMC Mike] I just bought a Kel-Tec P50 with a red dot I just poured some Wock' in the Big Blue it taste like red pop Two to the back, one to the chest, then the headshot Bitch, that's an overkill Tat' my name on your left titty so I know it's real You ain't 'bout that life, sneak dissin' get yo' soldiers killed '86 Monte on forgies and the motor built Best shit talkers in the state, bitch, they know the real [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Yop Uh huh, yeah, they know the real Thought I cut him but, mines, it's just straight drop In church, tryna sip, I told my momma, "It's just straight pop" Come over, ain't no movies, it's just straight cock It jus' slide up Unky nose, leave his face cocked Mike just dropped Junior Season and he passed the game Catch you comin' out of bible study, get the pastor flamed I'm kung-fu grease maker I ain't comin' with no mothafuckin' karate, get your master grade [Verse 4: RMC Mike] I knew a fake nigga through SIs and the plastic chain Introduced the world to Spice Talk, now my status changed I just want the pape' out this shit, y'all can have the fame Real hustler, I touched a hunnid K before I had a name Don't believe me? You can ask my brother, BJ Off the Henny, fuckin', I done bussed in her Remy Made a play for 70 racks and I'm tuckin' me a .60 I don't want no Hellcat, bitch, I'm uppin' me a Bentley [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Mike just got a new smile, his shit all white I'm in the club with a 50 and a small Vic' Killed a nigga in the club, he just stepped on my all-whites Come in my trap, no green, you see all white And I ain't talking 'bout no snow bunnies [Verse 6: RMC Mike & KrispyLife Kidd] I-75 my best friend, I'm a road junky Today I'm finna spend a 30 ball in all old money I just started spendin' rap checks, but that's old money Ay, Kidd, call the plug in Dakota for a- ahhh, I need a loan from him I told Mike, "Don't do a song with dawg" I got high around boy and I think he stole from me You are not the boss of your clique, you be store runnin' I just got a pint of Techy from a old woman And like my son bad, I got a active 9 Dawg tryna play games and died for a PS5 I don't speak on the opps no more, nigga, we up five Sold a hunnid 'bows in two weeks, now it's re-up time Ride through the 6 with 60 on me, better not see your ride Threw the bag to the end zone and did a [?] Told Mike, "Pull up with the six, wit' a 6" I got you Shit, I'm tryna see LeBron Bitch suck me and fuck me for some seasoned fries Dawg talkin' 'bout he ain't tell, he got P and five Ay, let's swap, my old school, it got EF5 Nigga, yeah, run it down on the game one more time, nigga, he gon' die I wa'nt e'en on no bullshit, nigga, we gon' fly To the sky, free the whole fuckin' ghetto (Yop) Yeah, nigga (Iced Out Records, bitch) And they know what the fuck goin' on, nigga