f*ck A Label lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Hello, what the problem is?
Wait, hello, what the ticket is?
Thought you was somebody else, I got you all up in my biz
n*gga wanna be rich and get sucky in the Benz
My b*tch better not cry, I'm puttin' her out my Benz
I guess she was hurt, I f*cked all her friends
Free my lil cousin, out that Pen'
Don't wipe your nose, if you don't wash your hands

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'm trafficking art, but I'm not with Frizz
It's Lean in my cup, if I ain't got no lid
You and your b*tch ugly as hell, y'all might be twins
I done f*cked my bag up, I think I need a bin
KD hit my line, say his baby mama got her friend
I'm like which one, n*gga, you know you got like 10
b*tch said "f*ck me", text back "When?"
If the pus*y trash as hell, I won't hit again

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
B Smith sold me a strap, I think this b*tch jammed
I just pulled up, just to buy some Perc 10's
He sold me so many and I'm trafficking Percs then
Pop this P baby, sex gon be on 10
Nasty ass n*gga, let your friend watch
You ain't even do the crime, that's your friend Glock
I open n*gga's top's up, like a mailbox
I hang with Rastas, make a mask out of dreadlocks
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Producer on some bullsh*t, put him in a headlock
Shoes old as hell, but they Deadstock
Man, Kidd, turn this b*tch around, I forgot my Glock
I'm trippin' off the weed, thought I saw a opp
Dawg askin' too many questions, are you a cop?
30 stickin' out the Glock, lookin' like a mop
Sold a n*gga fake Promethazine, he thought it was Wock
It went down on his block, he thought it was Joc

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I did some bullsh*t and took dawg out the game
Told the b*tch I was TA, she asked "Where my chain?"
I gotta go, damn b*tch, you too nosy
Shoot a n*gga 54 times, like what you holding
Thought I was drunk, no, b*tch, I'm really rolling
It's a lot of cap from these n*ggas, they be trolling
Chop' split a n*gga up the middle, like it's Moses
You will think my n*gga a chef, the way he keep a toaster

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
YSR, f*ck your label, I signed myself
Drop a n*gga, then go out of town, I'll hide myself
'Bout to get my drivers license, and slide myself
Back-to-back Backwoods, I gotta check my health
Treat a n*gga like my son, and use my belt
I ain't from the 6, I got plays on Welch
My plug threw the bag on me, like we was playin' catch
Me and Kidd versus anybody, place your bet