Lil Yachty, KrispyLife Kidd - Keep Dropping The Beat lyrics

(Enrgy made this one) woo
Good lookin', Enrgy damn
Fuck oh my God
Enrgy, you dumb

I'm trippin', I'm 'bout to shoot a human
You keep goin' to jail for fraud 'cause
You don't know what you doin'
Slide through the opps' hood
And drop Patrick Ewing
Thirty rounds hit his t-shirt
Look like he spilled a smoothie
Fuck, the strap got a streetlight
I just stuffed this one bitch Lil E height
I'll kill and go to jail for ten years
Fuck a street fight 'Bout to call Rio
I need a plug on three pints
Threw some work on the ground
And watched two fiends fight
My nigga was on chill until I
Gave him the green light


Bitch, you a ho, but steady
Sayin' you a queen, right?
That coochie smellin' kinda funky
But it's clean, right?
Damn, a fiend just died
Bought a foldin' Glock and shot my homie
I ain't read the guide
Bro got twenty shots in his shit
I got fifty-five you baby daddy a crumb
He can't fuck with me if he tried
He can't up a twenty if he tried
Got thе head from this bitch while
The pills bеtween her thighs
All this spice talkin'
This shit make me nervous
I ain't put it in the wrong hole
I did this shit on purpose
I really been ballin', we don't post the same
You drinkin' close enough
We don't pour the same
I'll drop a opp and all
You seen was his brains
I don't fuck around with these niggas
Most of 'em lame
Pandemic buffs, I spent some light change
Step in the club, it was dark
I made the lights change
I would've served Ike, David Ruffin
And Eddie Kane
I don't think I can be fucked with
Enrgy on the beat
You can tell by how the drums kick
I'm fuckin' this bitch up, go'n 'head, bro
Unplug this
Biggest wolf from my hood, I'm Suge Knight
Bitch this shit been in me
Not on me since I was a jit

Free my brother out of jail, he ain't do shit
Mad he gotta sleep with a man made icepick
Sent my assistant in the pharm'
To say I'm sick and we just brought in a
New ton like I'm Isaac
I can't just cop from anybody, bitch
I'm biased i can't just sleep in any condo
Need the highest floor
I can't fuck you anymore, bitch, I am so sore
Broke your back four times tonight, go sleep
Lil' whore might just put Melatin in drank
I don't sleep no more
Might beat your brother for some rank
I'll stain that whore
Kick that bitch right to the curb
I'll shame that whore
Mad I don't treat you like
Jayda, don't blame me, whore
So what I bought you some
Chanel? Don't claim me, whore
Stay down with Coach and Pee 4L
'cause they made me more
Givin' work to Jay before you
'cause they pay him more
She said she want it in her mouth, bitch
Say no more
My bitch not my bitch, but she is
She rock Galore
And she be trippin' out in Paris
That's my amour
Niggas barking loud on the 'net
They tough as Ford
'Til you put a slug in they
Throat and they need the Lord
My gang should drive Hondas, we on one accord
Bro said he got powers and a Range
He Mighty Morph my money in the back stacked
Up like sneaky dwarfs
I don't wanna rap no more
I'll pass the torch
You niggas couldn't handle that flame, if you
Niggas couldn't handle flame uh, uh
These niggas couldn't handle the flame
If they had fire course
At a nigga door like the
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Five hundred thousand for the truck
With the double doors
Um, wait, no, wait, I need that
I need that part back yeah, do it right here
Can't handle the flame if
They took firefighting courses
I'll never play polo uh never played polo
But the whip got several horses
My nigga Reese won't slip his feet
In nothin' but the Forces