Karate Buddy lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Alright (Enrgy made this one)
What up, Tron?
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
You f*ck with rats? You might as well be Stuart Little
Tron 'bout to do some bullsh*t and I'ma do it with him
You taxing and I'm cheap, just meet me in the middle
Picking up a hunnid racks, just me and Tizzle

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Dripping in my Mike Amiris, you might see my jeans drizzling
Cuz up the drum, f*ck around and leave yo team crippled
Star player, get the shot off less than three dribbles
Surf and turf, need the biggest portion, I don't eat little

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Between me and bro, this like a thousand some carats
If Britney don't let me f*ck, then I'ma hump Sharon
Shoot a n*gga wedding day up like, "Boy, f*ck marriage"
I'm all for the beef around this b*tch like, "f*ck lеttuce"

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Try and square up? I'ma up weapon
Fivе thousand for the feature, triple for a punch lesson
Widebody with the V12, I can't come second
201 credit sold out, I had to come debit
[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got bricks in the fender too
Dawg cross me the wrong way? He in a blender, too
My son only four and his room got a kitchen, too
The booth in my basement big as hell, it got a kitchen, too

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Russian rifle spitting crazy like it got a missing tooth
Same scam ten times, this old man a nincompoop
Whip fast as hell, watch this b*tch go poof
He gon' need God when I stomp him in these Christian Loubs

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd & BabyTron]
The next n*gga gon' need the pope
b*tch, don't just wipe my di*k off, you better use some soap
I think this n*gga tryna steal from me, gotta move the loaf
I keep shooting the opps' cars up, they gon' need a boat
But that will not make me stop shooting
Gun big as hell, make the Titanic stop moving
I really love the dubs like I'm not losing
Make the freak b*tch bless me like I achoo'd it
Every song, every hook, every beat, I chewed it
Widebody 2021, I am not moving (Okay)

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Chess player, not to mention that I'm in here Louis stepping
Lights, camera, action, hit his block and we'll movie set it
White boys, they ain't lighting 'Woods, this a doobie section
sh*ttyBoyz, Lab takeover, it's a dookie session
Jag run, running out the crib, throwing on my Crocs
Three-five of shh, it don't matter, blowing on my opps
Late night at yo crib, yo b*tch blowing off my socks
Fifty sticks beamed up, leave him with some polka dots
Nocturnal, 4 AM, on the opps' block
Turn a cream into a black cherry, this a Wock' pop
Thinking that he big? Turned his truck into a drop top
Shot him coming out the door, he heard a knock-knock