Arguing, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy Beats)
KrispyLife
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
n*ggas gotta understand how I'm comin' out
n*ggas ain't know I was coming in, well, now I'm comin' out
Hoes ain't wanna f*ck then, now they f*ckin' now
You ain't got no cheese, b*tch, please shut your mouth
I heard you ain't the man of your crib, your b*tch run your house
So every time you talk your sh*t, she tell you, "Shut your mouth"
I went from a half to a quarter pound
Free my cousin, f*ck your cousin, it's how I'm boming now

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Damn, that pus*y was so good, I ain't pull it out
She like, "Your gun smoking," duh, I just shot some bullets out it
I just caught another body in my blue Impala
I got enough in my right pocket to buy two Impalas
And not the one your b*tch drive, the new Impala
Used to be broke, now I forget nights I blew ten thousand
This only ninety-nine ninety-eight, bro, give me two dollars
I can step a foot in any hood in Flint, the criminals vouching

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm in this b*tch throwin' money when the club closing
All this ice on, got me walkin' with a stuffed nose
My n*gga got a fifty drum, I'm waitin' on a drumroll
She asked me for some cash, you thought you worked for it, you dumb close
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Walkin' in my son baby shower with my gun showing
Make two bricks out of baking powder, get a hun' for 'em
Just bought a pint from the hitman, gave him a gun for it
Sold the brick man a four out that b*tch, he gave me a sc*m for it

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
If Rio cut your sh*t, then I know something
Ayy, bro, here go some b*tches, is my gun showing?
One time, I wanted lamb chops, I made the club open
You can't go clubbing with me unless you got a dub on you

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Jeep truck eighty racks, got that one motor
You can't survive, ten Glocks, all drums on you
I'm a fiend, ain't no busting down a Perc', I put my tongue on it
Your n*gga soft as f*ck, when he with us, he a blunt roller

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Twenty thousand dollar alpaca, I got a rug fetish
Seen an opp with his peers and roped off Bob Evans
Sister's son stealin' all my sh*t, had to whoop my nephew
This b*tch ain't picky, hit you or whoever you next to

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bulletproof helmet on my head and I got the vest too
f*cked two hoes out a group of four, I'm tryna f*ck the next two
My b*tch be steppin' on my heart, she the f*cking devil
Widebody, not a Hellcat, you see the f*cking devil
[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
This b*tch shoot for two hours, it's full of Energizers
My n*gga banned in all fifty states, he can't get into Meijer's
I don't want no love, baby, I'm looking for a new driver
b*tch, I'ma keep lying 'cause my daddy was a true liar

[Verse 10: Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch tryna pour my pop out, I'm finna fight her
If you see me with my Glock out, I'm finna fire
b*tch caught me cheating, had my whole c*ck out, nut was still inside her
Just sold a thousand tens that won't pop up on pill finder
Take a close look at my chain, them real diamonds
Listen here, I ain't taking deals if you pill buying
They like, "Ayy, did Baby Ghost do that one sh*t and set the car on fire?"
I'm like, "I don't know, I was at the crib, I was kind of tired"

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
I had to use a rubber glove, I forgot the condom
Got mad at my b*tch, so I f*cked her mama
Went up to her job, whooped her ass again, and got her fired
Wrote KrispyLife across that b*tch and keyed the Impala
You do not do them things, you an imposter
b*tch, I don't want no regular spaghetti, I want shrimp pasta
Ain't arguing with no b*tch on Section 8, your rent six dollars

[Verse 12: Rio Da Yung OG]
Hey
Told my b*tch all the hoes I f*ck, I'm kind of honest
Let me see the Glock, b*tch, I got a better shot than Giannis
My young b*tch doing her thing out here, but she kind of childish
When I nut, you can't touch my doorknob, I just got it polished
I'm just saying, you don't call to see what's up with me
But you was on my side 'round that time I blew that one-fifty
Kidd got that— whew, give your dumb ass a buck fifty
Ain't nobody give me sh*t, God wanted this to come to me
[Verse 13: KrispyLife Kidd & Rio Da Yung OG]
They thought I killed Ricky 'cause I had a pump with me
You ain't swing when they tried to jump me, I got a pump with me
This b*tch'll hit everything important, it'll thump your kidney
b*tch threw up tryna suck my di*k, I got her drunk with me
On Stockdale with Louie tryna see what b*tch bring ones to me
I met the real plug, he in the county playing tunk with me
My n*gga still scam a little, he brought a punch with him
The Beecher n*ggas thought my pocket out, it got a lump in it
Your n*gga really pus*y, so that mean you brought a c*nt with you
Ayy, you seen Scary Movie 3? I would've stumped Cindy
We finna smoke some zazas, bring your blunt with you
Love that haircut when you sucking di*k, the blunt cut fit you
Bae, I love you, and when you get off work, I'ma come get you
And when we f*cking, I'm probably raw doggin', I'ma c*m in you
Bro, you finna go to f*cking West Pad, bring a gun with you
You testified on everybody, I think the judge gon' kiss you
Looking at my uncle like, "Why you getting drunk on whiskey?"
I waterfalled Ri' pop when he was in the booth spitting
Bro, you bullsh*tting
I poured a twelve in that pop, give me two-fifty
My b*tch play too many games, I'll take that ho to Disney
You ever heard of YN Jay? Man, that b*tch be tripping
I let this b*tch have my di*k, I know he gon' miss me