Novembee lyrics

by

KrispyLife Kidd


[Intro]
Iced Up, alright (It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse]
It's bright, you can catch me out with a dope fiend with me
He smoke crack and freestyle, I got a dope fiend with me (Iced Up Records)
She smoke crack, she twenty-five and she ain't seen fifty
Been done killed you and then asked Allah for forgiveness
Old-head still wanna shoot, he Vince Carter
Just put these whites on, but I'm finna park 'em
Big b*tch stuck on me, Professor Oglevee and Ms. Parker
This b*tch look kinda good, I'ma go in her heart
Supposed to been gettin' sh*t with granny, and some sh*t startеd
Spot an opp at Landmark, yeah, I'm finna spark him
Told my granny driver pull over, I can do a walk-in
Just to whack an old man and kill you holdin' a walkеr
Creep up on a pus*y n*gga, I'm feelin' like a stalker
I ain't talkin' hopscotch, b*tch, but I'm finna chalk him
I don't come up off sh*t
So fat, gon' be sick
My gun jammed, I got to hittin' it, playin' Bop It in this b*tch
That ain't no guitar in this case, it's a chopper in this b*tch
Seen a n*gga in the club and got to joggin' in the whip
Naw, I wasn't scared, it was some weight on me in the whip
You a petty sipper, you'll drink a deuce, I poured a six
You a tender n*gga, you cryin' 'bout a b*tch I never hit
Oh, you ain't f*ckin'? Well, I need gas for the whip
Oh, you ain't suckin'? Well, you need cash for the Lyft
Pandemic bucks, I paid three thousand for the sticks
I hit the pint three times, but he wasn't hip
In the trap with sandwich bags and a scale
Ain't sh*t to eat, got some crackers and they stale
I got a package on the way, I'm standin' by the mail
My n*gga on his way home, I'm standin' by the jail
I really can't do too much, I be losin' my b*tches
And it don't help that I be bruisin' my b*tches
f*ck doin' it up close, I can shoot from a distance
Seen boy out for breakfast, roped off the whole Denny's
I don't know what the f*ck wrong with me
My barber think I'm tryna kill him 'cause I got pole with me
He tryna line me up, but the pole keep on stickin'
I don't know what's wrong with me, I just don't trust n*ggas
Every time I see an opp, I just wanna bust n*ggas
I see an opp, I slap the sh*t out him, yeah, we cut different
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