(Jose the Plug)
KrispyLife
Twenty-seven in the .30, that b***h won't jam
Dawg blew his whole EDD, nigga, get yo mans
You got them petty-ass chains, should've spent more bands
I'ma diss that lil' bitch, she ain't fit my plan
Moncler coat, give a f*ck if it's sunny out
Ho said I'm broke, bitch, where? Pull the money out
Bought four pints, put 'em up, nigga, f*ck a drought
Do this s**t for the bands, nigga, f*ck some clout
Keep the car running, I'm going in and coming out
She about to hit this button then I'm up another thousand
You better off fighting, don't nobody shoot up houses
Strong niggas get left red, Larry the Lobster
That b***h shoot nine bullets, that ain't no chopper
In a n***a bushes, hе thought he seen a Chupacabra
On a loose-ass day I got on Prada
On another loosе-ass day I count up twenty thousand
Woke up high as hell, Eggos with the Wockhardt
Like, shit, it might've been the Runtz and the Pop-Tarts
Dunking with the Glock like Drexler, you cannot guard
I'm a rock star, f*****g hoes like a pop star
Man, why this b***h just call me "Thrustin Bieber"?
Best dressed back in high school, I could've f****d the teacher
Dawg was talking crazy, now it's f*****g maggots underneath him
Running scams up fast as hell like a f*****g cheetah
Thousand dollar shoes so I step like a Jabbawockee
Broke a shin running to the bag, boy, yo ass be walking
Scammed Jenny out her unemployment, know her ass was salty
Dropped in and out on my tech, had to cash a joggy
I think Tron finna cash a Audi
Spice Man, call me "Captain Crunch", my ass be talking
Think I'm stuck to it, boy, you can't the bag from off me
I could never work a nine-to-five, boy, my ass be frauding
Drop pins, sliding up like Instagram
Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands
Opps slide on my block, we flip them vans
I turned ten to a twenty, I flip my bands
Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
Talking way too crazy, man, this s**t ain't fair
If my shoes get a crease, get another pair
One n***a touch me [?] n***a there
My ex b***h f*****g on an opp, with her poor-ass
Unky bring that food to your porch like it's DoorDash
You cannot be the plug if the court asks
Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash
Ice boogers on my nose, unky cooking on a stove
We done shook the f*****g floor, we'll whoop him, on the folks
I'll put it on my bros, I'll put it on my soul
Back shots have her tapping like she looking for the ropes
Huh, brodie got the za bagging up like he too close
Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch, we shoot those
Damn, I was sprinting to the bag and broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like Manute Bol
How the f*ck you ain't sucking dick? Bitch, you too grown
Last b***h sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on
I could flex like I'm Terry Crews but I ain't too strong
Punches got me banned from every app, I need a new phone
Definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby, move on
Ayy, put a hole in that n***a if he move wrong
I'm just tryna eat until the food gone
I just spelled something out, I did it in a few songs
I'm a motherfucking [?]
I was shooting guns before I ever developed the jumper
Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
Can tell that s**t you rap cap, I don't know who thought it wasn't
Rapper really living? This a dime a dozen
I rap about my real life, I don't find it funny
Bitch, find something to do or find some money
Went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing
KrispyLife
Almighty, b***h
ShittyBoyz
Yeah, okay
