lirik lagu krispylife kidd & stuntman beatz - commotion
[intro]
(stuntman)
(beatgang)
let me talk about this crazy~ass weekend i had
alright
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
[verse]
i’m in my room kickin’ it with the grim reaper
in high school got all a’s ’cause i served my teachers
could’ve been positive, i could’ve been a preacher
but i knew i woulda sold dope to the deacon
lil’ voice in my head screamin’, “tweak out”
outside the club with them shots like i brought the drinks out
my b~tch want me to treat her like somebody, this ain’t tink house
i got a crack crib, and i got a weed house
them people hear me sh~t talkin’, thеy say, “that’s a demon”
they tryna crack the codе, b~tch, this how i talk to my people
i thought she had diabetes, seen my auntie use a needle
y’all lil’ too harsh, who said that fiends ain’t good people?
all my way is all blood screamin’, “what’s poppin’ 5?
clip long on this b~tch longer than ramadan
moved out the hood to get to my homie, it’s a longer drive
like i got my lil’ cousin with me, i done roll with .9
in the club tryna do two~steps with that .50 on me
the dog jumped back, got it poppin’ like it started l!ckin’ on me
your boyfriend won’t have no weed and then he started hittin’ on you
i was six, so i post some green in a sixty~forty
every whip i ride in, it had bamboo brace
i’m in here tryna get some food, and you invading my sp~ce
back the f~ck up before i– alright
psh, i know you wanna keep your face
get to blowin’, his girl runnin’ tryna hold her lace
the jail gave my n~gga a thousand like here, hold my place
came home, grabbed my tether and then i grabbed my drank
promotor tryna book me out in iowa, he better have my pape’
give me a minute, i need a hour to make a list of calls
my n~ggas in ohio said they want the pills of fentanyl
i’m out in florida smokin’ straight runtz with the seminoles
my n~gga caught an animal cruelty charge, he keep hittin’ the dog
n~ggas mad, they not gettin’ off and they tell the truth
n~gga died in your studio, now you gotta sale your booth
we keep slidin’ on the opps, they wanna call a truce
we want his crib to leak every time it rain, we keep shootin’ the roof
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