Arguing, Pt. 4 lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy made this one)
sh*t
f*ck

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
If I gotta f*ck a skinny b*tch, it'd be Coi Leray
Burnin' while I'm nuttin', ah, done scorched her face
I made dog buy some cut, I done forced the drank
Teller let me get my money, I done torched the bank
I got a white b*tch named Susan
She got an uncle wanna kill me 'cause I stole his Uzi
Knock the "G" off his clothes, now he goin' to ER in some "ucci"
In every state, every city, I'ma f*ck a groupie

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I just got some head from a b*tch, that ho Lil Boosie
Then head back to the bricks on some stolen Ruccis
My ahk finna catch a body for me, I had to hold his kufi
Left, up, down, right, left, I control the coochie
It's a cheat code
I made my b*tch eat some chicken that's a week old
Cool as hell shootin' a K, lettin' the heat blow
Quarterback sneak, b*tch, I'm Tim Tebow
Okay, you Lil' Red, man, and I'm Deebo
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
Told Mike I don't wanna get high, but he still had a three poured
Lot of money for these Moncler boots 'cause my feet cold
Told my mama I don't fight b*tches, but I beat hoes
I just stepped on a— damn (Damn)
I just stepped on a mother— (Damn)
I just stepped on— yeah, now my feet swole (Woohoo, yeah, n*gga, alright)

[Verse 4: RMC Mike & KrispyLife Kidd]
Off a six, tryna drive the 'Cat, I hit a street pole
I done drunk too much of the drank, it's comin' out my peehole
Blew a n*gga crib up, under the porch, it's some C4
Nothin' but ass and titties in my section, it's a freakshow
I just hit another rap b*tch and now my D swole
Urus, Urus, Track', Hellcat, them my team goals
Put a six-four in a Cherokee, now my Jeep swole
Off a Perc' tryna do laundry, I got bleached clothes

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
Damn, me and Mike posted in Sunridge
I just gave a shot of Casamigos to the drunk kids
Please don't touch Baby Kripsy, 'cause I punch kids
I make any fight stand, they thought it was them one kids
If a b*tch wanna join death row, she gettin' humped in
On the E-way in a C8 'Vette, I'm doin' one-ten
di*k leakin', still tryna f*ck, I put my pus in
Growin' up, I never got cussed out, I got cut in
Me and Mike in Milwaukee finna f*ck them one twins
She thought it was my di*k, but I'm slick, I snuck the pump in
Stumbled out the crib, the Maybach crib what I jumped in
Fifty-round Five-seveN on me, this that one fin
Ayy, beat a b*tch down while she eatin' my mans up
We still runnin' trains on b*tches, and what?
Man, no, Mike, we too grown for that
Kidd, you can't fight that lil' boy, you too strong for that
I got too high, Mike, where my fours at?
Got it into it with the engineer, where my song at?
Hangin' out the window with this b*tch, I'll get you dome-tapped
Drunk as hell, askin' white b*tches where my home at
Come on, Mike, you can't control yourself?
I done stole money from me and I owed myself
Never goin' back broke again is what I told myself
If the rap stop, I'ma hit the road myself