Weekend In Dubai lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Rich)
What up, Rich? (It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, n*gga (Iced Up Records)
(Turn up, Rich)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm sick, I be so turnt, where all the pain go?
Boy, I'll shoot your dumb ass, I don't tango
Been up out your top like a peach Faygo
Old-school with it, drop a deuce in a Faygo
It's a jack move, don't move, or let the flames go
Tussled dog for his chain, this a stain, bro
It's your life for the chain or the fame, bro
Pop pop to the stomach, let the chain go
When I was sixteen, I was 'bow sellin'
When you was sixteen, you was tryna shoot a ball and had your coach yellin'
n*ggas try to ride my wave, call it coat tailing
You known in your hood for beatin' hoes and doin' more tellin'
Catch you with that freaky b*tch while y'all motelin'
My n*gga shot dog before I could, I'm so jealous
Buy a Rolls-Royce, b*tch, and get an umbrеlla
Put 40s on you and your n*ggas, now that's a drunk section

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Feds gave my brothеr sixty months, I can't think straight
Have Freeze put you in the oven like some cheesecake
I remember buyin' brand new J's off of Eastbay
Now I'm f*ckin' top-notch b*tches off of cheap dates
I make my b*tch make her other b*tch have a threeway
I'm growin' up, bought mama a Rollie for her B-day
Shot a n*gga off-guard, I wish you could've seen the replay
I think I'm finna fly out to Dubai for a week stay
Told my new b*tch I'm the sh*t, but I'm problematic
I be speakin' real life facts for a lot of cabbage
I got a trick up my sleeve so smooth, you wouldn't find a rabbit
Woke up and posted my pic, I couldn't find a caption
I know the opps mad as f*ck right now, they won't find me lackin'
Told the b*tch I need my food delivered in a timely fashion
Fiend ran off with a ball, somebody find me Ashley
b*tch had the nerve to bring it back and caught a nine-piece happily
Kidd, is somethin' wrong with the mic? Okay, I'm just askin'
Girly threw up on the di*k, now I feel embarrassed
Okay, Kidd gotta take me to the crib 'cause I'm impaired
Perc 30 got me turned up, I can fight a bear
Cut my white b*tch off, 'cause in her head, I think lice in there
Plus she stay in the Regencies, I know mice in there
Greedy n*gga, eat all in your face, I don't like to share
If her crib filled with Backwood tails, then you know Mike was there