Monetized by KrispyLife Kidd Lyrics
[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass)
I can't talk to these niggas 'cause– No, I ain't gon' say it like that
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
I can't talk to these niggas 'cause talk be cheap
Drink green to help me sleep, not 'cause I'm cheap
My uncle don't smoke no fuckin' dope, he kill people
Not the niggas you rap about, nigga, real people
Me and Kidd trippin' in the booth, I'm smokin' Sorbet
I'm Ike Turner, my bitch Tina, she like to foreplay
I don't trust shit, I brought a strap to my court date
I used to sell dope, now I'm rappin', makin' more pape'
Slapped the shit out this bitch, she just had a seizure
Shoot the party up, huh, now everybody leavin'
Bitch don't even wanna fuck, just drink my semen
Just met up with the plug, he from Costa Rica
I'm finna beat my bitch ass— No, I can't say that
Ran out of cut for the dope— use Ajax
Sent it out of town, my nephew brought back eight racks
You niggas can't even get a thousand views 'cause y'all can't rap
Beat the shit out of dawg with the— No, I don't wanna say that
Gave your granny a wet willy— No, I don't wanna say that either
I was born in the 80's, I would've had a beeper
Catch me in the summer, top down, in a wife-beater
You be servin' crackheads, I serve white people
I get the drank from auntie, she get the pints cheaper
Bro just dropped the X6, he used five Visas
I said some shit you thinkin' of, I'm a mind reader
I just dropped some fire shit, I couldn't find the session
I popped a Perc' and drunk a fifth and tryna fight Destin
Bitches love and hate me all the time, they say, "Mike extra"
Unc' rolled a twenty on a nigga for a light gesture
Ooh— Sike, thought I was 'bout to melodize
Caught a opp at McDonald's, now I got blood on my fries
Beat the worker ass at Foot Locker, they ain't have my size
Throw a flag on dawg for cappin', get him penalized
K-R-I-S-P-Y 'til a nigga die
Only way a nigga get ups on me if a nigga fly
I was talkin' spicy and I seen sparks on the mic
Told E, "Record me right now or we finna fight"
Ain't talkin' MC Hammer when I say it's Hammer Time
Pop a nigga in his shit and leave him traumatized
Gotta watch what I say on the phone, my shit monetized
Did some bullshit in granny kitchen, had to apologize
I ran up so many views, my page monetized
One call to my daddy brother get you compromised
My bitch only know my first name and my condom size
How you tryna catch a body, but you gotta find a ride?
E just pulled up on me with some trees and brought a small forest
I just made this bitch suck my dick on all fours
If you curious about this hustle, you better call George
This bitch just spit a lecture, huh, or a small story
I'm the big man in the paint, you a small forward
Out of town, I think I need a map, I should call Dora
You gotta spice it up, that shit y'all rap be all borin'
I know my rights, plus I got money, that's Law & Order
[Outro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass)
I can't talk to these niggas 'cause– No, I ain't gon' say it like that
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike]
I can't talk to these niggas 'cause talk be cheap
Drink green to help me sleep, not 'cause I'm cheap
My uncle don't smoke no fuckin' dope, he kill people
Not the niggas you rap about, nigga, real people
Me and Kidd trippin' in the booth, I'm smokin' Sorbet
I'm Ike Turner, my bitch Tina, she like to foreplay
I don't trust shit, I brought a strap to my court date
I used to sell dope, now I'm rappin', makin' more pape'
Slapped the shit out this bitch, she just had a seizure
Shoot the party up, huh, now everybody leavin'
Bitch don't even wanna fuck, just drink my semen
Just met up with the plug, he from Costa Rica
I'm finna beat my bitch ass— No, I can't say that
Ran out of cut for the dope— use Ajax
Sent it out of town, my nephew brought back eight racks
You niggas can't even get a thousand views 'cause y'all can't rap
Beat the shit out of dawg with the— No, I don't wanna say that
Gave your granny a wet willy— No, I don't wanna say that either
I was born in the 80's, I would've had a beeper
Catch me in the summer, top down, in a wife-beater
You be servin' crackheads, I serve white people
I get the drank from auntie, she get the pints cheaper
Bro just dropped the X6, he used five Visas
I said some shit you thinkin' of, I'm a mind reader
I just dropped some fire shit, I couldn't find the session
I popped a Perc' and drunk a fifth and tryna fight Destin
Bitches love and hate me all the time, they say, "Mike extra"
Unc' rolled a twenty on a nigga for a light gesture
Ooh— Sike, thought I was 'bout to melodize
Caught a opp at McDonald's, now I got blood on my fries
Beat the worker ass at Foot Locker, they ain't have my size
Throw a flag on dawg for cappin', get him penalized
K-R-I-S-P-Y 'til a nigga die
Only way a nigga get ups on me if a nigga fly
I was talkin' spicy and I seen sparks on the mic
Told E, "Record me right now or we finna fight"
Ain't talkin' MC Hammer when I say it's Hammer Time
Pop a nigga in his shit and leave him traumatized
Gotta watch what I say on the phone, my shit monetized
Did some bullshit in granny kitchen, had to apologize
I ran up so many views, my page monetized
One call to my daddy brother get you compromised
My bitch only know my first name and my condom size
How you tryna catch a body, but you gotta find a ride?
E just pulled up on me with some trees and brought a small forest
I just made this bitch suck my dick on all fours
If you curious about this hustle, you better call George
This bitch just spit a lecture, huh, or a small story
I'm the big man in the paint, you a small forward
Out of town, I think I need a map, I should call Dora
You gotta spice it up, that shit y'all rap be all borin'
I know my rights, plus I got money, that's Law & Order
[Outro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)