Bizarre

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Keep my mouth closed, I don't fuck with feds KrispyLife, nigga [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Me and [?] was in LA, we was busting heads Get a knife [?] across his cheek, now he a [?] head I kept my mouth closed like I don't fuck with feds I did some bullshit, cut my hair like I don't fuck with dreads That's why I got the braids now I hit this bitch off my furniture, damn, me and lil' baby got the same couch I'm in a two-story with two pools, we ain't got the same house You was the man in high school but you a lame now It's been a wrap for other niggas since I came out Yo mama should've swallowed you when you came out The chop make a beat against some ribs, you in pain now [Verse 2: StanWill] I'm about to box you in, Kidd, I ain't gon' lie, man Huh, think I need a diaper, my Amiris, they bе full of shit Cocky as the fuck but my bitch say I'm full of it Lil' lever turn thе sports mode when I pull on it T-double H-L, I'm with IUR Yo whole gang could fucking skydive, they ain't fly as ours Chunky-ass shoes, skinny jeans, I live life bizarre If we catch him out, off his top, he ain't write a bar I think yo bitch wanna be with us 'cause we the littiest Dog Shit, big shitters 'round me, we the shittiest I think I'm a lil' man, tryna fight? I'ma blicky it Up shit, we can talk shit, you can't humble us Sixty hanging out the bop stick like a shuttle bus It's Dior, Balenciaga, Yeezy if I Double Dutch Really in the field, you set a play, you get your huddle bust [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] They say it's cold in these streets, you better bundle up When I shoot heat for the beef, he got [?] up I'm out here tripping, not giving no fuck You think StanWill gon' fight? Boy, you dumb fuck I mean, you dumb as fuck Pop a nigga at a wedding, he done fell into the punch Only reason I did it is 'cause he was 'bout to clutch I don't even fuck with Nick Cannon but I brought the drum Smoked that nigga like a 'Wood, I got a fonto stuffed Damn, I mean, I got a fonto tucked Them ain't yo buffs, boy, them bitches big as fuck Them bitches just might be a [?] them bitches fake as fuck [Verse 4: StanWill] Let the boys pursue, I'm off-road 'cause I'm Trailhawking Hopping on our wave? We'll knock the fucking sails off him The opps could never take me out, boy, y'all can't even spell "coffin" Could never chase a bitch 'cause lately I been chasing mail often Funny I'm with Kidd, I got grown man pape on me Man, this bitch so fucking bougie, think she hate Coney Bro done seen so many fucking keys, he could be Beethoven We just got the drop, start the shoot or we gon' lay on it Wouldn't even tuck a fucking shirt, boy, my chain hang All this shit around, ShittyBoyz, yeah, that's gang gang Check the Apple Watch, think it's time to the Plain Jane Chop got three hundred fucking shots, yeah, bang-bang [Outro: StanWill] Huh, yeah