YSR Gramz, KrispyLife Kidd, ShittyBoyz, 10kKev - Talkin In Code lyrics

(I got so much energy)
Okay, I got a lot of, okay
KrispyLife, that's what it was, okay

You and yo bitch keep lying
You got a capiana
Shot dawg and heard chains fall
That mean I dropped a dollar
We was on bullshit growing up
Y'all played Cops and Robbers
Dawg ain't wanna fill the script
So I robbed a doctor
That shit was so crucial
I can't sell nothing but Zaza Pachulia
I just fucked a bitch my auntie age
I love my cougar
I thought you was rookie Rondo
You is not no shooter

Cop a pack from me
Bring it to you like a waiter
Put a hole in that nigga
Turn him to a Life Saver
Just scammed this nigga in the NFL
He on a Raider out of all the hoes I fucked
I think yours is my favorite
950 for the LV polo with the zipper
How was five niggas putting on a
Ten dollar bottle of liquor?
That's two dollars a piece
I just hit yo bitch at yo
Crib and nutted on yo sheets

Why the fuck is niggas switching sides?
Shoe soles bloody than a bitch
I'm finna slip and slide
Fuck the holidays, bitch
I really got this gift from God
If you talking 'bout niggas who shitting
Better mention mine
Bitch, we up next, for real
Had to buy some thousand dollar
Shoes 'cause I step, for real
Fuck DJ Khaled, me and gang, we the best
For real catch him out of bounds, bro'll
Blow, he a ref, for real

I ain't gon' lie
I don't think Kidd wanted me on this song
I think this bitch a lil' kid
She always want my phone
FN slammed him on his neck
I just broke his bones
I'll have BabyTron shred you
They gon' think it's Mone
Ha ha ha, you better leave me alone
I need thirty-five hunnid
You want me on yo song
A nigga try me? I shot his ass
Shot him through my coat
Heard my nigga snitched on the opps
I shot him in his throat

It's eleven K's in the trunk, Kev
I'm one up in a ski mask, you meet God
Don't get slumped up you be smoking Camel
It's yo bitch if I hump something
You the backup guard, when he injured
You get bumped up
Bitch asked for head like, LOL, peace sign
What's in my 'Wood? Like, LOL, three-five
Jim Jones who? LOL, my whole team fly
Catch a burger with a burner
We gon' get him deep fried

Damn, shot the party up
This bitch dead as hell
Slid in broad daylight
Who got dreads for sell?
Before I can deposit
I gotta see who got meds for sell
Beat a kid ass bad, I got pegs for sell

I just scammed a white college student
This nigga go to Yale
Stole my teacher card back in
School and I got expelled
The last nigga tried to stick me up
It didn't go so well
Eight hunnid grams in one bag
We need a stand up scale

Made him Toosie Slide
762 coming out the Drac'
Told my bitch that she beautiful
Then nutted on her face
Put the Reaper on him
Let him try to run off with my pape'
Really in the jungle
It ain't shit to summon all my apes

I think I'm a gorilla, all I rock is BAPE
Driveway Baby beat the clerk, tryna
I will not roll it if the weed don't stank
I am not KrispyLife Kidd but I came with K

He just got my newest method, shit
At least that's what he thinks
I be talking codes in them
Stores, the clerk like, "What he mean?"
Caught his ass at Burger King and
Turned him to a onion ring
I think StanWill a pure sharp
'cause his jumper green