Arguing, Pt. 2

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd & Rio Da Yung OG]
(Rich)
Yeah, nigga
Mannn
Rio
What up
What the fuck we doin'?
Everything nigga
(It's with a K, dumbass)
(Turn up, Rich)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll put some bread, a nigga like me won't get touched
I just fucked a bad bitch, in some all black buffs
How you in your feelings over a nigga that's catching the bus?
Yeah I'm off 2 percs, I'm feeling the rush
$550 for my muthafuckin' coat
You'll think a nigga scamming, bitch I ain't hit no road
Stuffin' somethin' good in my pocket, I got a loaf
You ain't never got no real chicken, boy you broke

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
22 hun' ain't shit, that's just a boat
33 racks ain't nothin', that's just a brick of coke
I'll sprinkle red on some Karo and watch it grow
I stay in the 'burbs, I ain't even got to lock the door
Got into it with a bitch and whipped the Glock out
Left the dope game and start rappin', I'm a dropout
Gave Ghost the Drac' now he want beef, I brought the akh' out
You don't own shit, You left your bitch and all she threw was socks out

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Only time you fuck a bad bitch, is when you trickin'
Last nigga spoke on G, that nigga came up missing
Last bitch stole from me, caught a bullet to the titty
You can keep your 30 rounds, boy I'm totin' on a 50

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
You can keep your Smith & Wesson, this a Glock 30
I took a bubble bath today, but my pop dirty
Kept the Rollie on in the shower cause my watch dirty
Pull up on the opps and drop 30 out a Dodge Journey

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Been in a different bag, but not no purses
Cashed out on a Jesus piece, but I do not do churches
Bitch on Facebook talkin', but I do not do lurkin'
Pour a Barney in my cup, but I do not be perpin'

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
My bitch shake the bag, not her ass, she do not be twerkin'
I act just like this with every bitch, I do not be flirtin'
Caught a nigga leavin' Mr. Alan's, he got popped on Kermit
I'm like a P.O., I stood there and watched dawg drop on Thursday

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Caused a scene at McDonald's, I do not like pickles
Glock kiss him in the cheek, I hope his bitch like dimples
Tried to slap that bitch in the club, but I missed her
Sold dawg some strongs, the way he cough, you think he had that sickness

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fan tried to flick it up with me, I do not take pictures
Cooked the 12 piece extra hard, I did not make chicken
Pooter off a E, he been up for like 5 days trippin'
House big as fuck, ain't no garage, our driveways different

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
Goated Kidd bitch, I know you heard about me
Pop a nigga, and then go and write a verse about it
Turn your mans into a R.I.P song, and write a verse about him
I need at least $550 to get a verse up out me

[Verse 10: Rio Da Yung OG]
I need at least 5 racks to spit a hook out
Brodie got a brick, I got a brick, let's have a cookout
Just paid unc to sit at the corner, he a lookout
Fucked 200 hoes in one summer and write a book 'bout it