KrispyLife Kidd - Bout Time lyrics

Shot by Tee Cee, ahaha
It's with a K, dumbass!

Yee nigga
I'm back
In that 1 bag nigga
Its Bout Time
I got back in that bag 2
Dat (KrispyLife!)
Dat bag bitch
It's wit a K dumbass 
Ay
Ye

It's Bout Time I start dropping shit
I told my momma I love lean
But I'm boutta quit
Like I do yard measures
Just know I got the sticks
Put that Bat to that Man
But I'm not Robin shit
Was shopping 4 denim, ask can the glocky fit?
Shots put his ass on ice like a hockey stick
I cut the whole pint of lean
Made the Wocki sick
Don't worry bout my dick little
Can the Roxys fit?
My niggas doing trips with clips
Like they Jackie Chan
My nigga fucking with them punches
He a Rocky fan
I got a plug down in
Huston I'm a Rockets fan
Oh you say is you can beat his perks? Bro
Lock me in
Oh you say you suck dick good? Well
Top me then
RIP to the opps, they tryna box me in
Catch a nigga Sleepwalking, I'm Mozzy friend
Don't call me "cuz" bitch, I am not yo kin
What I paid 4 the Diors
I could've bought a shooter
I'm consistent with the shot, boy
I'm a hooper
Out in Dallas fucking hoes I'm Amari Cooper
I taught my nigga how to scam, boy
I'm a tutor
Somebody hit Faygo, I need an endorsement
What I spent on Faygos
I coulda bought some Forces
White buffs on my face
Looking like some porcelain
Finna pass the flame to the opps
I'm boutta torch 'em
You niggas undercover cops: Training Day
You be paying hoes 2 fuck: U pay 2 play
He caught me fucking his bitch
I'm like "It's a prank"
Hey bro turn this bitch around
I forgot the drank
Young bro turn this bitch around
I forgot the drake (o)
Can't nobody get up wit me
Cuz I'm out the way
She got good head and good pussy
Shoutout 2 Shay
My family had the plug on the strong
Shoutout uncle dank
It's two niggas in the world
That I'm cool with
I put that white shit on
Her tongue: cool whip
I'm killing you, and errybody you cool with
I bet my pussy rate go up off my new shit
I bought a new Family Dollar off of crypto
I got signed and got rich offa Crip though
I hit my target without aim
And off the hip though
I ain't coming in your crib you give
Me head in the whip though

Mmmhm it's Bout Time that I sing on it
It's bout time that I mmhm
It's bout time that I mmhm
What it do right there yeee
It's Bout Time that I
It's Bout Time that I slid on em