Genre Of Spice Talk Lyrics

Intro:

Alright
KrispyLife, nigga, it's with a K, dumbass
Bitch
Ghetto Boyz, nigga, free Rio (Lorenz, don't stop)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]

He live with his granny, so we still gon' shoot it up
Bullet hit her oxygen tank, we done blew it up
I just ate a bad Perc' and I threw it up
Where your bitch at? She in the room with it tooted up
Mike just took one of my Percs, he do too much
Bro don't wanna ride with me 'cause I shoot too much
Every time you say some lame shit, you lose two sluts
Me and Mike just matched two fours, y'all got a deuce of what?

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
f*ck the bitch for twenty-six minutеs, then throw the deucеs up
I'm tryna ball, you tryna ball too, you wanna hoop or what?
No, I can't tell you what I got up in my stash, but I'm super up
Damn, Kidd, I'm finna go to jail, I shot an Uber up
Auntie can't buy no dope from me, she don't oot enough
Ooh, bitch got a pink p*ssy on her, but got a doo-doo butt
Catch his ass lackin' right on Mackin, call Doodlebug
How the f*ck you mad at my success and you don't do enough?

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
Made D-Boy nervous rappin' with the strap out
Let off a hundred-fifty shots, made him back down
I just beat a bitch back and made her tap out
I just beat a bitch back and blew her back out
I'm shootin' this bitch from deep, I think— yeah, f*ck that
Nah, Kidd, I'm finna shoot this bitch from deep, I'm Jerry Stackhouse
Drop me off around the corner, I got they whole block mapped out
I think he died from shootin' dice, I guess he crapped out
Damn, who want beef with us?
I'm in the club crispy as hell with a fully tucked
Copped a new watch, it's not plain, this bitch fully bust
Caught dog with his pants down, now he truly f*cked
Man, I don't like switches, but got a K problem
He get me pints once a month, I got a straight doctor
Ours called shit-talkin', y'all got a straight genre
Money long as hell, we ain't never havin' pape' problems
I just got twelve pints from a fake doctor
I'm finna give them bitches straight to Stan
Gave a nigga six bars for an eight of red
I won't pay for the p*ssy, but I'll pay for head
Damn, my oldhead just shoot this bitch, he LeBron James
Slick talker, I'll take your bitch, Danny Fontaine
Put these clippers to your head, that's a wild fade
Backdoor to hit my nigga bitch, that's a foul play
I put my nuts all in her cream, that's a parfait
Meet a bitch and play mind games like an arcade
Nah, meet a bitch and hit her in the car, this a car date
Spin a block in an old Lincoln, this a Mark VIII
Nah, Mike, the chop long as f*ck like a Mark VIII
Nah, bro, this Audi fast as f*ck, this an R8
Left a stink bomb in his car, hoo
Left a stink bomb in his whip, now the car stink
I think I just drunk some cut, now all my farts stink
He pulled up in a V6, I think his car fake
Left so much money on the floor, we need a yard rake
We gotta rake it up
Two thirty clips looked it better, so I taped 'em up
We the hottest in our city, so they hate on us
I just re-rocked the bag with some angel dust
Niggas playin' like some little kids, get his Lego crushed [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Yeah
I just poured another twelve in a Faygo Crush
I'll never show no love, niggas hate too much
Bitch seen my account like, "Kidd, how you make so much?"
Hit his head with a hollow and make his bagel crunch
Wockhardt, Tris, I can make your punch
Made 60K in one weekend, I can't make this up
Hit him one time and he died, that's a fatal punch

[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Bitch
And that wasn't Mike either
Yeah
RMC shit, KrispyLife shit
Free Rio, nigga, free the main bird
Bitch

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