KrispyLife Kidd - Decision's (feat. Babyfxce E) lyrics
Babyfxce E [Efrem Jamaar Blackwell] Flint, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KrispyLife Kidd - Decision's feat. Babyfxce E lyrics]
(I got so much energy) Huh, KrispyLife
Alright! It's with a X, nigga Fxce, ayy
In this bitch actin' badder than my son
I just spent a thousand dollars for some 1s
Clip chunky
That's what happen when you add a drum
I made this bitch jump
That's what happen when you add a thumb
Huh, alright, let me talk to 'em
Me and BabyFxce got a stain
We finna walk to it
The bitch say she want my dick
So I made her walk to it
Pull a K, hit him 'cross his face
Now he look like chopped sushi
Me and my chop got a relationship
Sometimes I talk to it, ayy
If you really want the bag
You would walk to it
This shit makin' money, stamped on
Me for life, bitch, i talk music
I was in Rubys, somebody called me broke and
Almost bought Tuesdays
Nigga, I'll nevеr go broke, nigga
Glock 43 snug in my pocket
This bitch a coat pistol
Pour a four of Wocky in a teacup
And havе a toast with it
Tryna find something to sell
Around your crib, that's a broke decision
(Alright)
You wanna fuck me or my
Mans? That's a ho decision
In my closet when it's cold
Tryna make a coat decision
Made a fiend shoot a ball, that's
That's a coach decision
You ain't never gon' bust that caliber
Why you holdin' a pistol?
Ayy, Kidd, that bitch got some kick on it
Put your shoulder in it
He think he can't get big homied
Because he older than me
This bitch'll open him up for
The pape' like a folder, nigga
"Hell yeah, i fucked that lil' bitch" that's
What I told her nigga
Can't put the drank down, I pour a four
I don't love my kidneys out come the 9
I bust this bitch just to fold your kidney
Chase a nigga from the North all
The way to the old McKinley
Dog tried to slide in the Scat
Now he holdin' his hemi
308 hit the top of his crib
And then fold his chimney
My nigga got a LMG, this bitch hold one-sixty
This bitch big as hell, hit
Him in his shoulder
He did a whole one-sixty
I just middle manned some forty dollar shit
But, I pro'd one-sixty
Dog had the other Polo, I just popped USPA
Flint niggas shootin' this bitch
They thought they seen Kyle Kuzma
I'm on straight violence, though
I am not no hooper
You sayin' you gon' do this and that
But, you not gon' prove it
Gotta keep it the letter right before H
Can tell my uncle been gettin' high
He got the dope face
My nigga caught a body bundled up
They ain't get no face i'ma trust you
But, I know you goin' through your ho phase
Catch you at a coney, nigga
And get your pita rocked
You around this bitch
Wearin' crushed diamonds
I ain't see the rocks
I don't need to meet no more niggas
I just need a doc'
Make a bitch get my face tatted
Chrisheana Rock
Wait, who that? Oh yeah
That's Blueface bitch
Glock'll take a body without askin'
On some rape shit
His bitch rappin' Fxce in his face
And now his face sick
Every time you diss me, I'ma win, nigga
Just face it
Stop braggin' 'bout that lil'-ass Charger
It's basic
My chop can't be around none of my niggas
It's racist I don't fuck with 12 like
Brady with the Patriots
My young dog can't hustle
So all he know is take shit
We with the camp, nigga
Why you bring your ho around?
Since she here
We finna treat her like merry
And make her go around
Lil' bitch was suckin' it too fast
I had to slow her down
They finna kick us out the Airbnb
Because the hoes too loud
Alright! It's with a X, nigga Fxce, ayy
In this bitch actin' badder than my son
I just spent a thousand dollars for some 1s
Clip chunky
That's what happen when you add a drum
I made this bitch jump
That's what happen when you add a thumb
Huh, alright, let me talk to 'em
Me and BabyFxce got a stain
We finna walk to it
The bitch say she want my dick
So I made her walk to it
Pull a K, hit him 'cross his face
Now he look like chopped sushi
Me and my chop got a relationship
Sometimes I talk to it, ayy
If you really want the bag
You would walk to it
This shit makin' money, stamped on
Me for life, bitch, i talk music
I was in Rubys, somebody called me broke and
Almost bought Tuesdays
Nigga, I'll nevеr go broke, nigga
Glock 43 snug in my pocket
This bitch a coat pistol
Pour a four of Wocky in a teacup
And havе a toast with it
Tryna find something to sell
Around your crib, that's a broke decision
(Alright)
You wanna fuck me or my
Mans? That's a ho decision
In my closet when it's cold
Tryna make a coat decision
Made a fiend shoot a ball, that's
That's a coach decision
You ain't never gon' bust that caliber
Why you holdin' a pistol?
Ayy, Kidd, that bitch got some kick on it
Put your shoulder in it
He think he can't get big homied
Because he older than me
This bitch'll open him up for
The pape' like a folder, nigga
"Hell yeah, i fucked that lil' bitch" that's
What I told her nigga
Can't put the drank down, I pour a four
I don't love my kidneys out come the 9
I bust this bitch just to fold your kidney
Chase a nigga from the North all
The way to the old McKinley
Dog tried to slide in the Scat
Now he holdin' his hemi
308 hit the top of his crib
And then fold his chimney
My nigga got a LMG, this bitch hold one-sixty
This bitch big as hell, hit
Him in his shoulder
He did a whole one-sixty
I just middle manned some forty dollar shit
But, I pro'd one-sixty
Dog had the other Polo, I just popped USPA
Flint niggas shootin' this bitch
They thought they seen Kyle Kuzma
I'm on straight violence, though
I am not no hooper
You sayin' you gon' do this and that
But, you not gon' prove it
Gotta keep it the letter right before H
Can tell my uncle been gettin' high
He got the dope face
My nigga caught a body bundled up
They ain't get no face i'ma trust you
But, I know you goin' through your ho phase
Catch you at a coney, nigga
And get your pita rocked
You around this bitch
Wearin' crushed diamonds
I ain't see the rocks
I don't need to meet no more niggas
I just need a doc'
Make a bitch get my face tatted
Chrisheana Rock
Wait, who that? Oh yeah
That's Blueface bitch
Glock'll take a body without askin'
On some rape shit
His bitch rappin' Fxce in his face
And now his face sick
Every time you diss me, I'ma win, nigga
Just face it
Stop braggin' 'bout that lil'-ass Charger
It's basic
My chop can't be around none of my niggas
It's racist I don't fuck with 12 like
Brady with the Patriots
My young dog can't hustle
So all he know is take shit
We with the camp, nigga
Why you bring your ho around?
Since she here
We finna treat her like merry
And make her go around
Lil' bitch was suckin' it too fast
I had to slow her down
They finna kick us out the Airbnb
Because the hoes too loud