Arguing, Pt. 4

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy made this one)
Shit
Fuck

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
If I gotta fuck a skinny bitch, it'd be Coi Leray
Burnin' while I'm nuttin', ah, done scorched her face
I made dog buy some cut, I done forced the drank
Teller let me get my money, I done torched the bank
I got a white bitch named Susan
She got an uncle wanna kill me 'cause I stole his Uzi
Knock the "G" off his clothes, now he goin' to ER in some "ucci"
In every state, every city, I'ma fuck a groupie

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I just got some head from a bitch, that ho Lil Boosie
Then head back to the bricks on some stolen Ruccis
My ahk finna catch a body for me, I had to hold his kufi
Left, up, down, right, left, I control the coochie
It's a cheat code
I made my bitch eat some chicken that's a week old
Cool as hell shootin' a K, lettin' the heat blow
Quarterback sneak, bitch, I'm Tim Tebow
Okay, you Lil' Red, man, and I'm Deebo

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
Told Mike I don't wanna get high, but he still had a three poured
Lot of money for these Moncler boots 'cause my feet cold
Told my mama I don't fight bitches, but I beat hoes
I just stepped on a— damn (Damn)
I just stepped on a mother— (Damn)
I just stepped on— yeah, now my feet swole (Woohoo, yeah, nigga, alright)

[Verse 4: RMC Mike & KrispyLife Kidd]
Off a six, tryna drive the 'Cat, I hit a street pole
I done drunk too much of the drank, it's comin' out my peehole
Blew a nigga crib up, under the porch, it's some C4
Nothin' but ass and titties in my section, it's a freakshow
I just hit another rap bitch and now my D swole
Urus, Urus, Track', Hellcat, them my team goals
Put a six-four in a Cherokee, now my Jeep swole
Off a Perc' tryna do laundry, I got bleached clothes

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
Damn, me and Mike posted in Sunridge
I just gave a shot of Casamigos to the drunk kids
Please don't touch Baby Kripsy, 'cause I punch kids
I make any fight stand, they thought it was them one kids
If a bitch wanna join death row, she gettin' humped in
On the E-way in a C8 'Vette, I'm doin' one-ten
Dick leakin', still tryna fuck, I put my pus in
Growin' up, I never got cussed out, I got cut in
Me and Mike in Milwaukee finna fuck them one twins
She thought it was my dick, but I'm slick, I snuck the pump in
Stumbled out the crib, the Maybach crib what I jumped in
Fifty-round Five-seveN on me, this that one fin
Ayy, beat a bitch down while she eatin' my mans up
We still runnin' trains on bitches, and what?
Man, no, Mike, we too grown for that
Kidd, you can't fight that lil' boy, you too strong for that
I got too high, Mike, where my fours at?
Got it into it with the engineer, where my song at?
Hangin' out the window with this bitch, I'll get you dome-tapped
Drunk as hell, askin' white bitches where my home at
Come on, Mike, you can't control yourself?
I done stole money from me and I owed myself
Never goin' back broke again is what I told myself
If the rap stop, I'ma hit the road myself