Arguing PT3

(Energy Beats)
KrispyLife
(It's with a K, dumbass)
Niggas gotta understand how I'm comin' out
Niggas ain't know I was coming in, well, now I'm comin' out
Hoes ain't wanna fuck then, now they fuckin' now
You ain't got no cheese, bitch, please shut your mouth
I heard you ain't the man of your crib, your bitch run your house
So every time you talk your shit, she tell you, "Shut your mouth"
I went from a half to a quarter pound
Free my cousin, fuck your cousin, it's how I'm boming now
Damn, that pussy was so good, I ain't pull it out
She like, "Your gun smoking," duh, I just shot some bullets out it
I just caught another body in my blue Impala
I got enough in my right pocket to buy two Impalas
And not the one your bitch drive, the new Impala
Used to be broke, now I forget nights I blew ten thousand
This only ninety-nine ninety-eight, bro, give me two dollars
I can step a foot in any hood in Flint, the criminals vouching
I'm in this bitch throwin' money when the club closing
All this ice on, got me walkin' with a stuffed nose
My nigga got a fifty drum, I'm waitin' on a drumroll
She asked me for some cash
You thought you worked for it, you dumb close
Walkin' in my son baby shower with my gun showing
Make two bricks out of baking powder, get a hun' for 'em
Just bought a pint from the hitman, gave him a gun for it
Sold the brick man a four out that bitch, he gave me a scum for it
If Rio cut your shit, then I know something
Ayy, bro, here go some bitches, is my gun showing?
One time, I wanted lamb chops, I made the club open
You can't go clubbing with me unless you got a dub on you
Jeep truck eighty racks, got that one motor
You can't survive, ten Glocks, all drums on you
I'm a fiend, ain't no busting down a Perc', I put my tongue on it
Your nigga soft as fuck, when he with us, he a blunt roller
Twenty thousand dollar alpaca, I got a rug fetish
Seen an opp with his peers and roped off Bob Evans
Sister's son stealin' all my shit, had to whoop my nephew
This bitch ain't picky, hit you or whoever you next to
Bulletproof helmet on my head and I got the vest too
Fucked two hoes out a group of four, I'm tryna fuck the next two
My bitch be steppin' on my heart, she the fucking devil
Widebody, not a Hellcat, you see the fucking devil
This bitch shoot for two hours, it's full of Energizers
My nigga banned in all fifty states, he can't get into Meijer's
I don't want no love, baby, I'm looking for a new driver
Bitch, I'ma keep lying 'cause my daddy was a true liar
Bitch tryna pour my pop out, I'm finna fight her
If you see me with my Glock out, I'm finna fire
Bitch caught me cheating
Had my whole cock out, nut was still inside her
Just sold a thousand tens that won't pop up on pill finder
Take a close look at my chain, them real diamonds
Listen here, I ain't taking deals if you pill buying
They like
"Ayy, did Baby Ghost do that one shit and set the car on fire?"
I'm like, "I don't know, I was at the crib, I was kind of tired"
I had to use a rubber glove, I forgot the condom
Got mad at my bitch, so I fucked her mama
Went up to her job, whooped her ass again, and got her fired
Wrote KrispyLife across that bitch and keyed the Impala
You do not do them things, you an imposter
Bitch, I don't want no regular spaghetti, I want shrimp pasta
Ain't arguing with no bitch on Section 8, your rent six dollars
Hey
To-To-Told my bitch all the hoes I fuck, I'm kind of honest
Let me see the Glock, bitch, I got a better shot than Giannis
My young bitch doing her thing out here, but she kind of childish
When I nut, you can't touch my doorknob, I just got it polished
I'm just saying, you don't call to see what's up with me
But you was on my side 'round that time I blew that one-fifty
Kidd got that— whew, give your dumb ass a buck fifty
Ain't nobody give me shit, God wanted this to come to me
They thought I killed Ricky 'cause I had a pump with me
You ain't swing when they tried to jump me, I got a pump with me
This bitch'll hit everything important, it'll thump your kidney
Bitch threw up tryna suck my dick, I got her drunk with me
On Stockdale with Louie tryna see what bitch bring ones to me
I met the real plug, he in the county playing tunk with me
My nigga still scam a little, he brought a punch with him
The Beecher niggas thought my pocket out, it got a lump in it
Your nigga really pussy, so that mean you brought a cunt with you
Ayy, you seen Scary Movie 3? I would've stumped Cindy
We finna smoke some zazas, bring your blunt with you
Love that haircut when you sucking dick, the blunt cut fit you
Bae, I love you, and when you get off work, I'ma come get you
And when we fucking, I'm probably raw doggin', I'ma cum in you
Bro, you finna go to fucking West Pad, bring a gun with you
You testified on everybody, I think the judge gon' kiss you
Looking at my uncle like, "Why you getting drunk on whiskey?"
I waterfalled Ri' pop when he was in the booth spitting
Bro, you bullshitting
I poured a twelve in that pop, give me two-fifty
My bitch play too many games, I'll take that hoe to Disney
You ever heard of YN Jay? Man, that bitch be tripping
I let this bitch have my dick, I know he gon' miss me