[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]

Keep my mouth closed, I don't fuck with feds

KrispyLife, nigga

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]

Me and [?] was in LA, we was busting heads

Get a knife [?] across his cheek, now he a [?] head

I kept my mouth closed like I don't fuck with feds

I did some bullshit, cut my hair like I don't fuck with dreads

That's why I got the braids now

I hit this bitch off my furniture, damn, me and lil' baby got the same couch

I'm in a two-story with two pools, we ain't got the same house

You was the man in high school but you a lame now

It's been a wrap for other niggas since I came out

Yo mama should've swallowed you when you came out

The chop make a beat against some ribs, you in pain now

[Verse 2: StanWill]

I'm about to box you in, Kidd, I ain't gon' lie, man

Huh, think I need a diaper, my Amiris, they bе full of shit

Cocky as the fuck but my bitch say I'm full of it

Lil' lever turn thе sports mode when I pull on it

T-double H-L, I'm with IUR

Yo whole gang could fucking skydive, they ain't fly as ours

Chunky-ass shoes, skinny jeans, I live life bizarre

If we catch him out, off his top, he ain't write a bar

I think yo bitch wanna be with us 'cause we the littiest

Dog Shit, big shitters 'round me, we the shittiest

I think

I'm a lil' man, tryna fight? I'ma blicky it

Up shit, we can talk shit, you can't humble us

Sixty hanging out the bop stick like a shuttle bus

It's Dior, Balenciaga, Yeezy if I Double Dutch

Really in the field, you set a play, you get your huddle bust

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]

They say it's cold in these streets, you better bundle up

When I shoot heat for the beef, he got [?] up

I'm out here tripping, not giving no fuck

You think StanWill gon' fight? Boy, you dumb fuck

I mean, you dumb as fuck

Pop a nigga at a wedding, he done fell into the punch

Only reason I did it is 'cause he was 'bout to clutch

I don't even fuck with Nick Cannon but I brought the drum

Smoked that nigga like a 'Wood, I got a fonto stuffed

Damn, I mean, I got a fonto tucked

Them ain't yo buffs, boy, them bitches big as fuck

Them bitches just might be a [?] them bitches fake as fuck

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Let the boys pursue, I'm off-road 'cause I'm Trailhawking

Hopping on our wave? We'll knock the fucking sails off him

The opps could never take me out, boy, y'all can't even spell "coffin"

Could never chase a bitch 'cause lately I been chasing mail often

Funny I'm with Kidd, I got grown man pape on me

Man, this bitch so fucking bougie, think she hate Coney

Bro done seen so many fucking keys, he could be Beethoven

We just got the drop, start the shoot or we gon' lay on it

Wouldn't even tuck a fucking shirt, boy, my chain hang

All this shit around, ShittyBoyz, yeah, that's gang gang

Check the Apple Watch, think it's time to the Plain Jane

Chop got three hundred fucking shots, yeah, bang-bang

[Outro: StanWill]

Huh, yeah