lirik lagu krispylife kidd – fast dudes
[intro: krispylife kidd]
(enrgy made this one)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
krispylife, alright
it’s with a k, dumbass, ayy
[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
glock a virgin, he ain’t hit sh~t, he gotta fold somethin’
i been tweakin’, goin’ hard, yeah, the whole summer
the sh~t n~ggas dropped, it be trash, a whole dumpster
my b~tch got out of line, so i had all my hoes dump her
call baby e, tell him bring out all the fast dudes
i ain’t got no regular glock, this the fast dude
hollows’ll hit your skin, but these ain’t tattoos
i’ll put these b~tches in your car like this fast food
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
curved clip on the micro drac’ look like a cashew
i already lapped you, so don’t think this first time i passed you
n~gga you was a random in the pic if i ain’t tagged you
glock shoot sevеnty miles per hour, this b~tch a fast dude
and thе whip cost fifty
his crib cost a hundred, hit his block and now it’s fifty
chop take a n~gga out his socks, it’s so shifty
just got a scat in the d, if you wanna cop it, meet me in the city
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
my b~tch keep it a hundred, she an honest ho
i’m out of town with the plug at a pappadeauxs
i hate when n~ggas pocket watch and try to count the roll
this right here dog sh~t, it won’t spread or fold
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
everybody call me g.o.a.t., but i ain’t sayin’ it, though
n~ggas ask me how i did it, i ain’t plan this, bro
i was makin’ dog sh~t, wasn’t in no studio
i was in the traphouse chillin’ with a two~two pole
[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
my black n~gga like to shoot, look like flavor flav
went to get food and somebody died in famous dave’s
leave your crib smokin’ like a n~gga hit it with some sage
i popped somebody, gotta get a cut, i’ma miss the braids
i f~ck with that head, get the b~lls, baby
on some freaky sh~t, get the hauls, baby
on my third distribution in two years, who you call lazy?
i pulled up to this b~tch four pockets full, let me call baby
i keep slidin’ out the window like i’m ricky k!ller
promoter p~ssed, i done pulled up with like fifty n~ggas
i don’t fight hoes no more, i’m a changed man, i’m a different n~gga
i done snuck the glock in the club, i’m finna k!ll a stripper
this b~tch stay in my pocket like jeans come with it
this the baby glock, but when it dec~ck, it’s three more inches
my fiend retired from gm, he got three more pensions
thought that was the only glock, my n~gga pulled up with six more pistols
[verse 6: babyfxce e]
kidd got six, i’ma pull up with like three more b~tches
keep a two~two by the door, that’s the peephole pistol
d~mn, that b~tch rough, let me see, then i’ma keep your pistol
why your b~tch talkin’ while we talkin’? you need to teach your women
b~tch, that’s a bbl, i can peep the difference
they like, “do you got your cpl? ’cause i can’t see your pistol”
i just don’t give a f~ck, i’m a f~ckin’ menace
p let us drive the bentley truck, we hangin’ out the window
if we can’t find a striker, we bangin’ out the rental
crop just dropped, to dry the planks, we hang ’em off the ceiling
they just booked me for a show, we bangin’ out the building
a n~gga say he want a deuce of drank, i drained it out my kidney
[outro: babyfxce e]
sh~t
huh, n~gga
it’s with an x, n~gga
fxce
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