Fast Dudes lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy made this one)
(It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, alright
It's with a K, dumbass, ayy

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Glock a virgin, he ain't hit sh*t, he gotta fold somethin'
I been tweakin', goin' hard, yeah, the whole summer
The sh*t n*ggas dropped, it be trash, a whole dumpster
My b*tch got out of line, so I had all my hoes dump her
Call Baby E, tell him bring out all the fast dudes
I ain't got no regular Glock, this the fast dude
Hollows'll hit your skin, but these ain't tattoos
I'll put these b*tches in your car like this fast food

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Curved clip on the micro Drac' look like a cashew
I already lapped you, so don't think this first time I passed you
n*gga you was a random in the pic if I ain't tagged you
Glock shoot sevеnty miles per hour, this b*tch a fast dude
And thе whip cost fifty
His crib cost a hundred, hit his block and now it's fifty
Chop take a n*gga out his socks, it's so shifty
Just got a Scat in the D, if you wanna cop it, meet me in the city
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
My b*tch keep it a hundred, she an honest ho
I'm out of town with the plug at a Pappadeauxs
I hate when n*ggas pocket watch and try to count the roll
This right here dog sh*t, it won't spread or fold

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Everybody call me G.O.A.T., but I ain't sayin' it, though
n*ggas ask me how I did it, I ain't plan this, bro
I was makin' dog sh*t, wasn't in no studio
I was in the traphouse chillin' with a two-two pole

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
My Black n*gga like to shoot, look like Flavor Flav
Went to get food and somebody died in Famous Dave's
Leave your crib smokin' like a n*gga hit it with some sage
I popped somebody, gotta get a cut, I'ma miss the braids
I f*ck with that head, get the balls, baby
On some freaky sh*t, get the hauls, baby
On my third distribution in two years, who you call lazy?
I pulled up to this b*tch four pockets full, let me call Baby
I keep slidin' out the window like I'm Ricky killer
Promoter p*ssed, I done pulled up with like fifty n*ggas
I don't fight hoes no more, I'm a changed man, I'm a different n*gga
I done snuck the Glock in the club, I'm finna kill a stripper
This b*tch stay in my pocket like jeans come with it
This the baby Glock, but when it dec*ck, it's three more inches
My fiend retired from GM, he got three more pensions
Thought that was the only Glock, my n*gga pulled up with six more pistols
[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
Kidd got six, I'ma pull up with like three more b*tches
Keep a two-two by the door, that's the peephole pistol
Damn, that b*tch rough, let me see, then I'ma keep your pistol
Why your b*tch talkin' while we talkin'? You need to teach your women
b*tch, that's a BBL, I can peep the difference
They like, "Do you got your CPL? 'Cause I can't see your pistol"
I just don't give a f*ck, I'm a f*ckin' menace
P let us drive the Bentley truck, we hangin' out the window
If we can't find a striker, we bangin' out the rental
Crop just dropped, to dry the planks, we hang 'em off the ceiling
They just booked me for a show, we bangin' out the building
A n*gga say he want a deuce of drank, I drained it out my kidney

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
sh*t
Huh, n*gga
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce