[Intro]
Alright, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
You tryna gamble with yo' life, nigga, bet it
I'm on telegraph with a quarter brick, tryna sell it
I'mma make sure this bitch weigh right, 'cause I wet it
Altercations don't even really go that even, unless I let it
He was tryna show his runner off, got it shredded
I can say I'm down for the hood, but I bled it
I'mma spend my whole life smokin' weed, it's a wedded
I'mma shoot her in her foot for talkin' bossy, like a maggot
Her ass fat, but even fatter in some leggings
Bitch smart, know about the internet, she a Gretchen
I was goin' hard as hell last night, with no erection
This bitch said she got some grade-A head, let me test it (Okay, okay)
(Bitch!)
If she sneeze while I'm beatin' that pussy down, I bless it
At this bitch crib with no strap on me, I'm naked
When I'm on the avenue, sellin' twenties in the turnin' section
(Skrt! Skrt!)
This quick drum, I'mma go out, like I watched out all the west-ends
Jesus price is on the side of the mid-end, no molestin'
10 mil', with the rapid fire on it, no beretta
He told me he gon' pay me for the verse, I said "you better"
(Yeah)
He told me he gon' pay me for the verse, I said "you better"
He told me he gon' pay me for the work, I said "you better"
He said I'm on-
Alright, fuck it
I'm off a perk, she temp by there, can't hurt, I said "it better"
This weed got me high, but for 6.90 it better
I was already good at what I do, I'm gettin' better
I heard the hood still behind me all the way, I said "it better"
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Did the prada off the pond, majored this shit different
Gram's got a saint from god, this son, it hit different
She fuck me off the way I rap, it just hit different
My niggas up to pop yo' shit, just like a pimple
How the fuck ya'll lettin' me ball with no dribble
He rollin' up the zazas, and he sippin'
My bitch fucked my mans, and I killed her
Don't get it twisted though, I ain't tender
Louie taught me tone it down, so I whisper
I pulled my dick out in front of this bitch and she kissed it
My uncle love me so much, he showed me how to whip it
Deuce caught us in the act, two on my ass, I ain't listenin'
His sides grippin' anything, so much for the drippin'
Took my son and did it again, it's a tradition
Spent ten on toys, he don't know the feelin'
He thought I sold him perks, really sold that nigga ritalin
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(He really thought I sold him perks, sold that nigga ritalin)
(KrispyLife!)
(Bitch!)
Alright, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
You tryna gamble with yo' life, nigga, bet it
I'm on telegraph with a quarter brick, tryna sell it
I'mma make sure this bitch weigh right, 'cause I wet it
Altercations don't even really go that even, unless I let it
He was tryna show his runner off, got it shredded
I can say I'm down for the hood, but I bled it
I'mma spend my whole life smokin' weed, it's a wedded
I'mma shoot her in her foot for talkin' bossy, like a maggot
Her ass fat, but even fatter in some leggings
Bitch smart, know about the internet, she a Gretchen
I was goin' hard as hell last night, with no erection
This bitch said she got some grade-A head, let me test it (Okay, okay)
(Bitch!)
If she sneeze while I'm beatin' that pussy down, I bless it
At this bitch crib with no strap on me, I'm naked
When I'm on the avenue, sellin' twenties in the turnin' section
(Skrt! Skrt!)
This quick drum, I'mma go out, like I watched out all the west-ends
Jesus price is on the side of the mid-end, no molestin'
10 mil', with the rapid fire on it, no beretta
He told me he gon' pay me for the verse, I said "you better"
(Yeah)
He told me he gon' pay me for the verse, I said "you better"
He told me he gon' pay me for the work, I said "you better"
He said I'm on-
Alright, fuck it
I'm off a perk, she temp by there, can't hurt, I said "it better"
This weed got me high, but for 6.90 it better
I was already good at what I do, I'm gettin' better
I heard the hood still behind me all the way, I said "it better"
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Did the prada off the pond, majored this shit different
Gram's got a saint from god, this son, it hit different
She fuck me off the way I rap, it just hit different
My niggas up to pop yo' shit, just like a pimple
How the fuck ya'll lettin' me ball with no dribble
He rollin' up the zazas, and he sippin'
My bitch fucked my mans, and I killed her
Don't get it twisted though, I ain't tender
Louie taught me tone it down, so I whisper
I pulled my dick out in front of this bitch and she kissed it
My uncle love me so much, he showed me how to whip it
Deuce caught us in the act, two on my ass, I ain't listenin'
His sides grippin' anything, so much for the drippin'
Took my son and did it again, it's a tradition
Spent ten on toys, he don't know the feelin'
He thought I sold him perks, really sold that nigga ritalin
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(He really thought I sold him perks, sold that nigga ritalin)
(KrispyLife!)
(Bitch!)
( Louie Ray )
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