Enrgy, Pt. 2

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife! (I got so much Enrgy)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Me and my bitch be gettin' into it, I'ma keep on trying
Niggas got it laxed through this bitch, or they gon' keep on dying
Bitch pussy wet, I'ma keep on diving
Yeah, I seen dawg body fall, but I'ma keep on driving
My bitch wanna trust me, but I'ma keep on lying
Dawg know his raps cap, but he keep on typing
My nigga went OT, and he swiped a Meijer
My nigga pieces hit, he could've punched a lion

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I just bought a lot of weed, I need to find a buyer
Dee Rich, pat this nigga down, I think he wearing a wire
Last time I was in the stu', I set the booth on fire
Brodie steady poppin' off on Percs, he can't get no higher
Me and my nigga tight as hell like 10-4 pliers
Why the fuck you got a gun if you can't hit your target?
I'm high as hell in the booth, I think I need some water
A nigga touch me, he gon' die, he better get a charger

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Your best bet to keep your hands to yourself
Popped dawg in front of everybody, I'll just hold myself
Before I get my checks up, bitch, I'll K myself
My pockets fat as hell, I gotta weigh myself
Lamb chops, steak bites, and Martinis
Mexican bitch, stuff for me name Martini
Let's take the rap money, buy bowls, I'm a genius
Let the roll hang out, bitch say I'm teasing

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
No, Kidd, chill the fuck out, you lame as hell
I took my rap money and bought bowls, I just saved myself
This ain't WWE, you can't take my belt
I had to take the gun from my nigga, almost K'd hisself
His baby mama keep putting him out, I know he hate hisself
I just bought a pound from whatshisname, it's only 8 more left
Huh, I be trappin' trappin'
Shot the Draco with one arm, got me walking backwards
20 bands in a nigga hand, look like a stack of crackers
Your team letting you down, you Matt Stafford
Nigga, I got my own back, I'm a backscratcher
You know you can't trust none of these niggas, they'll backstab you

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll make it so your family all crying and light candles
I'll leave your shit open, like you wearing sandals
Niggas ain't got no fiends, they just hand out samples
These niggas, these niggas ass-backwards
I'll clean a nigga shit up, I'm shooting Detergent
I don't remember you being street, y'all niggas was jerking
I ain't heard a nigga say shit, really purpin'
Made your bitch have a miscarriage, did it on purpose
Ain't had a job in 3 years, best believe I'm working
Pop dawg in his shit, yep, closed curtains
In a nigga bushes, like I'm lurking
Make a nigga wivel like he hit a speed bump
This bitch I'm shooting, big, look like a tree stump
Give me 50 fee, before I tell my niggas "Eat somethin'"
Top longer than a t-shirt, on T-Money
I can do this shit for free, bitch, I need money
Durag with the braids, lookin' like I need money
If I let a nigga slide, it's cause he paid money
If I see a pig fly, you ain't gotta pay me nothin'
Me and Gramz 'bout to beef, I just fucked his cousin
And that bitch better not say nothing

[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife, YSR shit, dumbass niggas
I need Enrgy, snitchin' that's a penalty, dumbass