Keep Dropping The Beat

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy made this one)
Woo
Good lookin', Enrgy
Damn
Fuck
Oh my God
Enrgy, you dumb

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm trippin', I'm 'bout to shoot a human
You keep goin' to jail for fraud 'cause you don't know what you doin'
Slide through the opps' hood and drop Patrick Ewing
Thirty rounds hit his t-shirt, look like he spilled a smoothie
Fuck, the strap got a streetlight
I just stuffed this one bitch Lil E height
I'll kill and go to jail for ten years, fuck a street fight
'Bout to call Rio, I need a plug on three pints
Threw some work on the ground and watched two fiends fight
My nigga was on chill until I gave him the green light
Bitch, you a ho, but steady sayin' you a queen, right?
That coochie smellin' kinda funky, but it's clean, right?
Damn, a fiend just died
Bought a foldin' Glock and shot my homie, I ain't read the guide
Bro got twenty shots in his shit, I got fifty-five
You baby daddy a crumb, he can't fuck with me if he tried
He can't up a twenty if he tried
Got thе head from this bitch while the pills bеtween her thighs
All this spice talkin', this shit make me nervous
I ain't put it in the wrong hole, I did this shit on purpose
I really been ballin', we don't post the same
You drinkin' close enough, we don't pour the same
I'll drop a opp and all you seen was his brains
I don't fuck around with these niggas, most of 'em lame
Pandemic buffs, I spent some light change
Step in the club, it was dark, I made the lights change
I would've served Ike, David Ruffin, and Eddie Kane
I don't think I can be fucked with
Enrgy on the beat, you can tell by how the drums kick
I'm fuckin' this bitch up, go'n 'head, bro, unplug this
Biggest wolf from my hood, I'm Suge Knight, bitch
This shit been in me, not on me since I was a jit

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Free my brother out of jail, he ain't do shit
Mad he gotta sleep with a man-made icepick
Sent my assistant in the pharm' to say I'm sick
And we just brought in a new ton like I'm Isaac
I can't just cop from anybody, bitch, I'm biased
I can't just sleep in any condo, need the highest floor
I can't fuck you anymore, bitch, I am so sore
Broke your back four times tonight, go sleep, lil' whore
Might just put Melatin in drank, I don't sleep no more
Might beat your brother for some rank, I'll stain that whore
Kick that bitch right to the curb, I'll shame that whore
Mad I don't treat you like Jayda, don't blame me, whore
So what I bought you some Chanel? Don't claim me, whore
Stay down with Coach and Pee 4L 'cause they made me more
Givin' work to Jay before you, 'cause they pay him more
She said she want it in her mouth, bitch, say no more
My bitch not my bitch, but she is, she rock Galore
And she be trippin' out in Paris, that's my amour
Niggas barking loud on the 'net, they tough as Ford
'Til you put a slug in they throat and they need the Lord
My gang should drive Hondas, we on one accord
Bro said he got powers and a Range, he Mighty Morph
My money in the back stacked up like sneaky dwarfs
I don't wanna rap no more, I'll pass the torch
You niggas couldn't handle that flame, if you—
Niggas couldn't handle flame— uh, uh
These niggas couldn't handle the flame if they had fire course
At a nigga door like the Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Five hundred thousand for the truck with the double doors
Um, wait, no, wait, I need that, I need that part back
Yeah, do it right here
Can't handle the flame if they took firefighting courses
I'll never play polo— uh
Never played polo, but the whip got several horses
My nigga Reese won't slip his feet in nothin' but the Forces