(Jose the Plug) krispyLife
Twenty-seven in the 30, that bitch won't jam
Dawg blew his whole EDD, nigga, get yo mans
You got them petty-ass chains
Should've spent more bands
I'ma diss that lil' bitch
She ain't fit my plan
Moncler coat, give a f*ck if it's sunny out
Ho said I'm broke, bitch
Where? Pull the money out
Bought four pints, put 'em [A]up, nigga
F*ck a drought
Do this shit for [Dm7]the bands, nigga
F*ck some clout
Keep the car ɾunning
I'm going in and [Bm]coming out
She about to [C7]hit this button
Then I'm up another thousand
You better off fighting
Don't nobody shoot up houses
Stɾong [Am]niggas get left ɾed, Larry the Lobster
That bitch shoot nine bullets
That ain't no chopper in a nigga bushes
Hе thought he seen a Chupacabra
On a loose-ass day I got [Fm7]on [C7]Prada
On another loosе-ass day I
Count up twenty thousand
Woke up high as hell
Eggos with the Wockhardt like, shit
It might've been the Runtz and [Bm]the Pop Tarts
Dunking with the Glock like [F]Drexler
You cannot guard i'm a ɾock star
Fucking hoes like [F]a pop star
Man, why this bitch just
Call [Em]me "Thrustin Bieber"?
Best dressed back in high school
I could've fucked the teacher
Dawg was [Am7]talking crazy
Now it's fucking maggots underneath him
Running scams up fast as hell
Like a fucking cheetah
Thousand [Bm]dollar shoes so I
Step like [F]a Jabbawockee
Broke a shin ɾunning to [C7]the bag, boy
Yo ass be [Am]walking
Scammed Jenny out her unemployment
Know her ass was [Am7]salty
Dropped in and [Bm]out on [C7]my [A]tech
Had to [C7]cash a joggy
I think Tron [C7]finna cash a Audi
Spice Man, call [Em]me "Captain Crunch"
My ass be [Am]talking
Think I'm stuck to [C7]it, boy
You can't the bag from off me
I could never work a nine-to-five, boy
My ass be [Am]frauding
Drop pins, sliding up like [F]Instagram
Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands
Opps slide on [C7]my [A]block, we flip them [A]vans
I turned ten to [C7]a twenty, I flip my [A]bands
Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
Talking way too crazy, man
This shit ain't fair
If my [A]shoes get a crease, get another pair
One nigga touch me nigga there
My ex bitch fucking on [C7]an opp
With her poor-ass
Unky bring that food to [C7]your
Porch like [F]it's DoorDash
You cannot be [Am]the plug if the court asks
Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash
Ice boogers on [C7]my [A]nose
Unky cooking on [C7]a stove
We done shook the fucking
Floor, we'll whoop him, on [C7]the folks
I'll put it on [C7]my [A]bros
I'll put it on [C7]my [A]soul
Back shots have her tapping like
She looking for [Dm7]the ɾopes
Huh, brodie got [Fm7]the za bagging
Up like [F]he too close
Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch
We shoot those damn, I was [Am7]sprinting to [C7]the
Bag and [Bm]broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like [F]Manut Bol
How the f*ck you [A7ain't sucking dick? Bitch
You too grown
Last bitch sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on
I could flex like [F]I'm Terry Crews
But I ain't too stɾong
Punches got [Fm7]me banned from every app
I need a new ρhone
Definitely not about to [C7]kiss yo ass, baby
Move on [C7]ayy, put a hole in that
Nigga if he move wrong
I'm just tɾyna eat until the food gone
I just spelled something out
I did it in a few songs i'm a motherfucking
I was [Am7]shooting guns before I
Ever developed the jumper
Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
Can tell that shit you [A7ɾap cap
I don't know who thought it wasn't
Rapper ɾeally living? This a dime a dozen
I ɾap about my [A]ɾeal life
I don't find it funny
Bitch, find something to [C7]do
Or find some money
Went to [C7]school with niggas like [F]you
You are not on [C7]nothing
KrispyLife almighty, bitch
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