T.H.H.L lyrics

[Intro]
(313 Mafia)
KrispyLife

[Verse]
Been in my bag, why you think all my raps slap?
Only time you in your bag is when you eatin' Rap Snacks
It's with a K, b*tch, I need a bag of Rap Snacks
My n*gga Zachariah punchin' sh*t, they call him Fast Zack (Trapboy 3k)
n*ggas don't know my bag equivalent to a center size
If a n*gga play with gang, get him minimized
I can tell a n*gga eatin' good, look at his dinner size
That sh*t look like an appetizer
Only time you take your b*tch out is half-off appetizers
Did the Burberry's, but I coulda did the Pradas
My aunty plugged with the syrup, but this ain't Jemima
Bullets get to flying and hit you in your mula-dalla mu-gata
I said it wrong, but f*ck it, do we got a problem?
Stuffed this b*tch with a glove, 'cause I forgot the condom
Ain't none of this sh*t cut, it's comin' over the counter
But if you want some, I'ma cut it, meet mе at my mama's
I'm a G.O.A.T., but my b*tch love to call me toxic
If I get caught for somеthin', blame that sh*t on Dennis Rodman
If I do somethin', I mean it, f*ck apologizing
n*gga sent a death threat, now his mama dyin'
I'm sick your hood still support you, 'cause you love lyin'
My n*gga love punchin' sh*t, he a fan of Tyson
I'm in the club with a knife, I'ma slice him and dice him
Feelin' like sorbet on this beat, I'm spillin' spicy
Hurry up and give me some lean, I think I got a cold
These bullets big as hell, I'm shootin' out Calypsos
If the rap don't work, then I'm pimpin' hoes
I heard you stopped showin' up to shows 'cause we was bookin' shows
What, you was scared to get f*cked up?
Seen your favorite rapper in the parking lot and got him f*cked up
My first gun was a K, you dumb f*ck
[Outro]
And spell it with a K, dumb f*ck
Yeah, n*gga
KrispyLife, b*tch
Beecher n*gga in the league, my whole team balling
Dumb f*ck
It's with a K, dumbass