Drunk Fighting

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Mike just popped two—
Mike just popped three Percs, he off a Perc-90
(Premo Beats on the track)
Mike just popped blue— alright, okay
Woo, alright (It's with a K, dumbass)
Mike just p— okay, okay, okay, okay
KrispyLife, nigga (Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Mike just popped three blue pills, he off a Perc-90
Oh, you say you fucked Mike? Bitch, I'm finna fight you
Damn, yeah, I thought I really liked you
But that's okay, though, I'ma one-night you

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Made her drink a fifth of Patrón, she my drunk idol
Had her meet me in the bedroom, we was drunk fightin'
I'm finna blow this nigga car up, I know fun science
I'll still beat a nigga ass, but I'm a gun buyer
PLR with the nuts on it, that's that onе rifle
Stick my finger in your asshole, this thе fun Michael
Swear to God that nigga gon' die quick if he touch Michael
Fuck around and get your family killed just to enlight you

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Shooter made ESPN, this that one rifle
I'm only keepin' you around 'cause my son like you
7.62s, 5— ah, fuck
7.62s, 5.56, read the gun title

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
All killers on my team, ain't no punks by me
Guarantee you gon' leave the scene if you touch Michael
It's a knife on the front, this that one rifle
Bring the baby Drac' below my waist, then bump fire
If you see a bitch flick me off in public, then we fucked probably
We ain't never bought no Cookie, we Runtz buyers
Ridin' 'round lookin' for them niggas with a hunting rifle
Bust a ten milli' in the car, sound like thunder strikin'

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Damn, where the fuck my bags? We gotta jump the pilot
Them niggas over there sweet, just a bunch of icing
I feel good about my hands, I'll fight Mike Tyson
I ain't your typical lightskin, I am not Osiris

[Verse 6: Clean Up Man]
If you see me with a trenchcoat, I got a pump probably
If you see me with a thick bitch, I done fucked probably
Nigga, if you ain't got no money, you can't come by me
Step on the brick like the task force, I'm Rodney

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
I can't be stopped, Ghetto Boyz times IUR
Popped three thirties, drunk a four, and couldn't find my car
I'm sick your haircut fucked up but your lineup hard
Hard work to get me where I'm at, I'm a rising star
Bro said the E's work— ah
Bro said the E's don't work no more, he tryna find a bar
Shot my name in a nigga back, that's the finest art
If you wanna know if a bitch still love you, spend some time apart

[Verse 8: Clean Up Man]
Fuck, I killed a rap nigga, he died a star
Bitch, jump on a rap nigga dick, come ride a star
Kidd, where the fuck Vezz at? I'm tryna sign to IUR
I'm Jody, my bitch woke up and couldn't find her car

[Outro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Premo Beats on the track)