[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Jose the Plug)
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]
Twenty-seven in the .30, that bitch won't jam
Dawg blew his whole EDD, n***a, 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 fuck if it's sunny out
Ho said I'm broke, bitch, where? Pull the money out
Bought four pints, put 'em up, n***a, fuck a drought
Do this shit for the bands, n***a, fuck some clout

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Keep the car running, I'm going in and coming out
She about to hit this button then I'm up another thousand
You better off fighting, don't nobody shoot up houses
Strong n***as get left red, Larry the Lobster
That bitch shoot nine bullets, that ain't no chopper
In a n***a bushes, hе thought he seen a Chupacabra
On a loose-ass day I got on Prada
On another loosе-ass day I count up twenty thousand

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Woke up high as hell, Eggos with the Wockhardt
Like, shit, it might've been the Runtz and the Pop-Tarts
Dunking with the Glock like Drexler, you cannot guard
I'm a rock star, fucking hoes like a pop star
Man, why this bitch just call me "Thrustin Bieber"?
Best dressed back in high school, I could've fucked the teacher
Dawg was talking crazy, now it's fucking maggots underneath him
Running scams up fast as hell like a fucking cheetah
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Thousand dollar shoes so I step like a Jabbawockee
Broke a shin running to the bag, boy, yo ass be walking
Scammed Jenny out her unemployment, know her ass was salty
Dropped in and out on my tech, had to cash a joggy
I think Tron finna cash a Audi
Spice Man, call me "Captain Crunch", my ass be talking
Think I'm stuck to it, boy, you can't the bag from off me
I could never work a nine-to-five, boy, my ass be frauding

[Verse 5: Almighty Suspect]
Drop pins, sliding up like Instagram
Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands
Opps slide on my block, we flip them vans
I turned ten to a twenty, I flip my bands
Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
Talking way too crazy, man, this shit ain't fair
If my shoes get a crease, get another pair
One n***a touch me [?] n***a there

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
My ex bitch fucking on an opp, with her poor-ass
Unky bring that food to your porch like it's DoorDash
You cannot be the plug if the court asks
Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash
Ice boogers on my nose, unky cooking on a stove
We done shook the fucking floor, we'll whoop him, on the folks
I'll put it on my bros, I'll put it on my soul
Back shots have her tapping like she looking for the ropes
[Verse 7: StanWill]
Huh, brodie got the za bagging up like he too close
Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch, we shoot those
Damn, I was sprinting to the bag and broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like Manut Bol
How the fuck you ain't sucking dick? Bitch, you too grown
Last bitch sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on
I could flex like I'm Terry Crews but I ain't too strong
Punches got me banned from every app, I need a new phone

[Verse 8: KrispyLife Kidd]
Definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby, move on
Ayy, put a hole in that n***a if he move wrong
I'm just tryna eat until the food gone
I just spelled something out, I did it in a few songs
I'm a motherfucking [?]
I was shooting guns before I ever developed the jumper
Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
Can tell that shit you rap cap, I don't know who thought it wasn't
Rapper really living? This a dime a dozen
I rap about my real life, I don't find it funny
Bitch, find something to do or find some money
Went to school with n***as like you, you are not on nothing

[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
Almighty, bitch
ShittyBoyz
Yeah, okay