[Hook]
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a Pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
Ki-kickin it wit the lingo
Crispy like a pringle
[Verse 1: Mann]
Black shades, fresh kicks, and a curly top
If you a top model, you type of girl he bop
In Hip-Hop with the swag boy, sure he'll rock
I'm tryna be known as the man when my story stops
But it ain't finna end soon, let that n*gga grow
Khaled said I'm the West Coast jigalo
And you know I took it straight to the head
Got c*cky, like girl we going straight to the bed
No talking, no date, no need to conversate
I know you got a donk and hé, I wish you head a bombin' face
But I ain't trippin', girl, I try to get it in
I know she is wit it by the lingo I be kickin
I'm bringing the auto mackin' back into rap
I'mma be the biggest, no opinions, immerse facts
Been doin' this since a n*gga sippin' on simalacs
Now I'm closer than a ratio from skin to fat
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[Verse 2: Skeme]
Rubber grib, broady n*ggas know I'm with the rib
Shoes tied tight, b*tch I never could trip
Birds boutta fly, n*gga ready for the flip
Three pieces on the Chevy, with them swole up lips
Big money b*tch, wouldn't have it any other way
Two keys on the girl, it's a double date
5's go for 10, b*tch I'm goin' in
If Mann want to beat kill, tell a n*gga in
I'm getting famous and it's all of the mixtape
I rip sh*t, why you waiting on your big brakes?
I f*ck a b*tch, and have em begging for a di*k brake
Them last smokers, send them back til your sh*t fades
X-turn boping, he know how this young do
I walk upon a pus*y n*gga with the gun drawn
You know what it is when we come trough
Bowl up sh*t, and throw money out the sunroof
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[Verse 3: Shawn Chrystopher]
Sittin' in the coupe so high on some other sh*t
Having simple thoughts of this and rappers for the f*ck of it
I had too much of it, never had luck with it
I wonder me a wife, but all I get is to f*ck a b*tch
If life's a b*tch, then hell yeah f*ck a b*tch
Same 4-7, what I'mma do with a f*cking sense?
I need photos, girls ask for photos
Because my di*k'll keep em all up, no no-does
So I ain't goin' no f*cking place
I air it out, you don't like it, then protect your face
Paid it forth, I'm ace
Quit my day-job, and left the game without a trace
Cause, no case, no sue, no lawyer, no proof
Tom sowyar in his booth, you see that axe?
Boy shoot the nice black, and I'mma stay here
Cause in this movie you'll die, when you say I'll be right back
[Hook]