Shannon Sharpe lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
([?], turn my sh*t up)
Alright
(Coronado on the beat)
KrispyLife
Addicted to winning, if— alright
Let's, like
Let's let that b*tch ride for a second
(Iced Up Records)
Look

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Addicted to winning, if I lose, it make my stomach hurt
Could never trust a stranger, I put my brother first
If the rap stop working, then this oven work (Yeah)
My n*gga got hands, he just punched a purse

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
f*ckin' around, drunk some cut, now my stomach hurt
Was gon' get that b*tch plain, had to flood it first
Crib bigger than the pastor, I ain't come to church
Switchy on the Glock, hit the beam 'til the button j*rk

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
California king, it's hard to take this bed up
Everything you drop flop, I know you fed up
Having a bad day, it's okay, Vez got some meds tucked
Got a ten in each pocket, it's hard to keep my pants up
[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, run it up without my brothers, I ain't got friends
Rich n*gga, throw a party in a drophead
Real stepper, we ain't gang, I don't lock hands
[?] water, turn a bezel to a mop head

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Roc Nation got JAY-Z and I got Vez
Call a freaky b*tch up and tell her bring that WAP in
Nah, hit my n*gga up, tell him bring that Wock' in
Brought the Maybach to the trenches, you can't tell me sh*t about Benz
Pull the shiesty down and get to purging
Hitman from Iraq'll crash out for a designer turban
All my clips come with a curve, I be shooting in cursive
I'ma catch a domestic if I keep hittin' Fergie

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo & KrispyLife Kidd]
Dog plug in L.A., he just give me birdies
I just got a clean Sprite, finna get it dirty
Fifteen hundred for an eight, yeah, that's fifty thirties
Pull up, f*ck around, and leave somethin' like I'm in a hurry
Half a million for the Ghost, we don't ride Demons
Krispy put the city on, we finna buy Beecher (That's cool)
We gon' buy the 6 too, yeah, it's slime season (Come on)
Bronem overdosed off a Perc', n*gga died tweaking
[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n*ggas licensed up to shoot you, you will die for reaching
Ridin' with baldheads in the clip, alopecia
Highly blessed with this pape', I'll sign a preacher
n*gga died tryna buy a verse, that's how you kill a feature

[Verse 8: Icewear Vezzo]
Sold his ass a whole song, [?]
I wanna f*ck, I want the brain, I'll hit a teacher
Pockets stuffed with cheese pizza, this Little Caesars

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
I could've rolled with kathy, but I pulled up with nina
It's kinda hard to be a rapper and a gang member
Holographic scope on the chop make my aim different
Lost two homies in one summer, yeah, my pain different
Get a bag just to show up, yeah, my name different
Feel bad 'cause I cook my kids' noodles out the same kitchen
I just made this, bro, this ain't the same chicken (Iced Up Records)

[Verse 10: Icewear Vezzo]
Look, took the money to the club, finna rain Nipseys
Whole game full of house slaves, we made n*ggas, yeah