KrispyLife Kidd, ShittyBoyz - 3 Stooges lyrics
[KrispyLife Kidd, ShittyBoyz - 3 Stooges lyrics]
(It's with a K, dumbass)
Bitch, yeah, yeah, huh
I rep SB and Yeezy Mafia
I don't need no love, bitch
I just need some oxygen
I don't need no love
Just a bitch to be toxic with
On the opp block with heavy metal
Brodie rocking shit
Japanese BAPE, stick tucked, I'm a scamurai
Talk shit, punch drip, live a scammer life
You would think I'm Asgardian
Keep the hammer tight
If yo granny sweet, I'ma scam her twice
Sick of fighting so I bought a glizzy
I got Glock on me
Nah, for real, it's busting
Out the skinnies, see the Glock poking
Tryna be like us and he went broke
Hit the jock on him
Talking all that zaza shit? Boy
That's not potent
Damn, Stan, yeah that shit is not potent
My nigga got some kush
Regular, okay, KrispyLife
If I hit the gas too
Hard then my whip'll fly
My shoes bald at the bottom, I'm finna slide
Hit a nigga hood and commit genocide
If you riding with the opps
Then you finna die
Ain't no going back and forth, bitch, yeah
Pick a side open yo legs up, baby
I'm putting pills and dick inside
I hit this bitch for so long
I left a dent inside
Nah, I hit this bitch for so long
I left my print inside
No hoes on yo FUBU sweater, I'm a designer
Nigga, look like JLo did it
Yeah, I handed dawg so much
Sherm, he got a halo, didn't he?
Want a fifteen song EP? Then pay me fifty
Wanna show you the sauce but I be too busy
Get a couple low 350
I'm done drinking lean, I want my kidneys
Whip a brick faster than you
Can count to twenty
Wait till the smoke clear
You gon' see some Forgiatos
Got a forty on me
Fuck around and give him forty hollows
Sold his ass K roll
I bet you he still snore tomorrow
Got the Guccis with the waves
Mop the floor tomorrow
I could beat yo ass and still ball, bitch
I'm Charles Barkley
I'm six feet with a Glock on me, boy
It's hard to guard me
Sleeve Nash throwing lobs up
You can't guard Omari scam God, man
I did that old bitch card retarded
Biceps up
I know I'm skinny but I still flex
She cheated on you, boy
I got the head but that's still sex
I heard you was the plug
Ain't sell a pill yet? Fucked up road
I'm getting jacks and ain't found Jill yet
Doing credit card fraud but it's still theft
Beat an opp granny till she sleep
Is it real yet? Dick too long
Couldn't even get the real neck
I was following laws but the Wocky still
Kidd, where the fuck the beat go?
Dropped two hunnid points
Ain't even drop a cheat code
You ain't gang banging
Unky really facing RICOs
Lil' man, big bop on me, fuck a Debo, ayy
Bitch, yeah, yeah, huh
I rep SB and Yeezy Mafia
I don't need no love, bitch
I just need some oxygen
I don't need no love
Just a bitch to be toxic with
On the opp block with heavy metal
Brodie rocking shit
Japanese BAPE, stick tucked, I'm a scamurai
Talk shit, punch drip, live a scammer life
You would think I'm Asgardian
Keep the hammer tight
If yo granny sweet, I'ma scam her twice
Sick of fighting so I bought a glizzy
I got Glock on me
Nah, for real, it's busting
Out the skinnies, see the Glock poking
Tryna be like us and he went broke
Hit the jock on him
Talking all that zaza shit? Boy
That's not potent
Damn, Stan, yeah that shit is not potent
My nigga got some kush
Regular, okay, KrispyLife
If I hit the gas too
Hard then my whip'll fly
My shoes bald at the bottom, I'm finna slide
Hit a nigga hood and commit genocide
If you riding with the opps
Then you finna die
Ain't no going back and forth, bitch, yeah
Pick a side open yo legs up, baby
I'm putting pills and dick inside
I hit this bitch for so long
I left a dent inside
Nah, I hit this bitch for so long
I left my print inside
No hoes on yo FUBU sweater, I'm a designer
Nigga, look like JLo did it
Yeah, I handed dawg so much
Sherm, he got a halo, didn't he?
Want a fifteen song EP? Then pay me fifty
Wanna show you the sauce but I be too busy
Get a couple low 350
I'm done drinking lean, I want my kidneys
Whip a brick faster than you
Can count to twenty
Wait till the smoke clear
You gon' see some Forgiatos
Got a forty on me
Fuck around and give him forty hollows
Sold his ass K roll
I bet you he still snore tomorrow
Got the Guccis with the waves
Mop the floor tomorrow
I could beat yo ass and still ball, bitch
I'm Charles Barkley
I'm six feet with a Glock on me, boy
It's hard to guard me
Sleeve Nash throwing lobs up
You can't guard Omari scam God, man
I did that old bitch card retarded
Biceps up
I know I'm skinny but I still flex
She cheated on you, boy
I got the head but that's still sex
I heard you was the plug
Ain't sell a pill yet? Fucked up road
I'm getting jacks and ain't found Jill yet
Doing credit card fraud but it's still theft
Beat an opp granny till she sleep
Is it real yet? Dick too long
Couldn't even get the real neck
I was following laws but the Wocky still
Kidd, where the fuck the beat go?
Dropped two hunnid points
Ain't even drop a cheat code
You ain't gang banging
Unky really facing RICOs
Lil' man, big bop on me, fuck a Debo, ayy