Fuck A Label

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy Beats) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Hello, what the problem is? Wait, hello, what the ticket is? Thought you was somebody else, I got you all up in my biz Nigga wanna be rich and get sucky in the Benz My bitch better not cry, I'm puttin' her out my Benz I guess she was hurt, I fucked all her friends Free my lil cousin, out that Pen' Don't wipe your nose, if you don't wash your hands [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I'm trafficking art, but I'm not with Frizz It's Lean in my cup, if I ain't got no lid You and your bitch ugly as hell, y'all might be twins I done fucked my bag up, I think I need a bin KD hit my line, say his baby mama got her friend I'm like which one, nigga, you know you got like 10 Bitch said "Fuck me", text back "When?" If the pussy trash as hell, I won't hit again [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] B Smith sold me a strap, I think this bitch jammed I just pulled up, just to buy some Perc 10's He sold me so many and I'm trafficking Percs then Pop this P baby, sex gon be on 10 Nasty ass nigga, let your friend watch You ain't even do the crime, that's your friend Glock I open nigga's top's up, like a mailbox I hang with Rastas, make a mask out of dreadlocks [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] Producer on some bullshit, put him in a headlock Shoes old as hell, but they Deadstock Man, Kidd, turn this bitch around, I forgot my Glock I'm trippin' off the weed, thought I saw a opp Dawg askin' too many questions, are you a cop? 30 stickin' out the Glock, lookin' like a mop Sold a nigga fake Promethazine, he thought it was Wock It went down on his block, he thought it was Joc [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] I did some bullshit and took dawg out the game Told the bitch I was TA, she asked "Where my chain?" I gotta go, damn bitch, you too nosy Shoot a nigga 54 times, like what you holding Thought I was drunk, no, bitch, I'm really rolling It's a lot of cap from these niggas, they be trolling Chop' split a nigga up the middle, like it's Moses You will think my nigga a chef, the way he keep a toaster [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] YSR, fuck your label, I signed myself Drop a nigga, then go out of town, I'll hide myself 'Bout to get my drivers license, and slide myself Back-to-back Backwoods, I gotta check my health Treat a nigga like my son, and use my belt I ain't from the 6, I got plays on Welch My plug threw the bag on me, like we was playin' catch Me and Kidd versus anybody, place your bet