Enrgy, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife! (I got so much Enrgy)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Me and my b*tch be gettin' into it, I'ma keep on trying
n*ggas got it laxed through this b*tch, or they gon' keep on dying
b*tch pus*y wet, I'ma keep on diving
Yeah, I seen dawg body fall, but I'ma keep on driving
My b*tch wanna trust me, but I'ma keep on lying
Dawg know his raps cap, but he keep on typing
My n*gga went OT, and he swiped a Meijer
My n*gga pieces hit, he could've punched a lion

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I just bought a lot of weed, I need to find a buyer
Dee Rich, pat this n*gga down, I think he wearing a wire
Last time I was in the stu', I set the booth on fire
Brodie steady poppin' off on Percs, he can't get no higher
Me and my n*gga tight as hell like 10-4 pliers
Why the f*ck you got a gun if you can't hit your target?
I'm high as hell in the booth, I think I need some water
A n*gga touch me, he gon' die, he better get a charger

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Your best bet to keep your hands to yourself
Popped dawg in front of everybody, I'll just hold myself
Before I get my checks up, b*tch, I'll K myself
My pockets fat as hell, I gotta weigh myself
Lamb chops, steak bites, and Martinis
Mexican b*tch, stuff for me name Martini
Let's take the rap money, buy bowls, I'm a genius
Let the roll hang out, b*tch say I'm teasing
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
No, Kidd, chill the f*ck out, you lame as hell
I took my rap money and bought bowls, I just saved myself
This ain't WWE, you can't take my belt
I had to take the gun from my n*gga, almost K'd hisself
His baby mama keep putting him out, I know he hate hisself
I just bought a pound from whatshisname, it's only 8 more left
Huh, I be trappin' trappin'
Shot the Draco with one arm, got me walking backwards
20 bands in a n*gga hand, look like a stack of crackers
Your team letting you down, you Matt Stafford
n*gga, I got my own back, I'm a backscratcher
You know you can't trust none of these n*ggas, they'll backstab you

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll make it so your family all crying and light candles
I'll leave your sh*t open, like you wearing sandals
n*ggas ain't got no fiends, they just hand out samples
These n*ggas, these n*ggas ass-backwards
I'll clean a n*gga sh*t up, I'm shooting Detergent
I don't remember you being street, y'all n*ggas was j*rking
I ain't heard a n*gga say sh*t, really purpin'
Made your b*tch have a miscarriage, did it on purpose
Ain't had a job in 3 years, best believe I'm working
Pop dawg in his sh*t, yep, closed curtains
In a n*gga bushes, like I'm lurking
Make a n*gga wivel like he hit a speed bump
This b*tch I'm shooting, big, look like a tree stump
Give me 50 fee, before I tell my n*ggas "Eat somethin'"
Top longer than a t-shirt, on T-Money
I can do this sh*t for free, b*tch, I need money
Durag with the braids, lookin' like I need money
If I let a n*gga slide, it's cause he paid money
If I see a pig fly, you ain't gotta pay me nothin'
Me and Gramz 'bout to beef, I just f*cked his cousin
And that b*tch better not say nothing
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife, YSR sh*t, dumbass n*ggas
I need Enrgy, snitchin' that's a penalty, dumbass