Arguing PT3 (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

(Energy Beats) KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass) Niggas gotta understand how I'm comin' out Niggas ain't know I was coming in, well, now I'm comin' out Hoes ain't wanna fuck then, now they fuckin' now You ain't got no cheese, bitch, please shut your mouth I heard you ain't the man of your crib, your bitch run your house So every time you talk your shit, she tell you, "Shut your mouth" I went from a half to a quarter pound Free my cousin, fuck your cousin, it's how I'm boming now Damn, that pussy was so good, I ain't pull it out She like, "Your gun smoking," duh, I just shot some bullets out it I just caught another body in my blue Impala I got enough in my right pocket to buy two Impalas And not the one your bitch drive, the new Impala Used to be broke, now I forget nights I blew ten thousand This only ninety-nine ninety-eight, bro, give me two dollars I can step a foot in any hood in Flint, the criminals vouching I'm in this bitch throwin' money when the club closing All this ice on, got me walkin' with a stuffed nose My nigga got a fifty drum, I'm waitin' on a drumroll She asked me for some cash You thought you worked for it, you dumb close Walkin' in my son baby shower with my gun showing Make two bricks out of baking powder, get a hun' for 'em Just bought a pint from the hitman, gave him a gun for it Sold the brick man a four out that bitch, he gave me a scum for it If Rio cut your shit, then I know something Ayy, bro, here go some bitches, is my gun showing? One time, I wanted lamb chops, I made the club open You can't go clubbing with me unless you got a dub on you Jeep truck eighty racks, got that one motor You can't survive, ten Glocks, all drums on you I'm a fiend, ain't no busting down a Perc', I put my tongue on it Your nigga soft as fuck, when he with us, he a blunt roller Twenty thousand dollar alpaca, I got a rug fetish Seen an opp with his peers and roped off Bob Evans Sister's son stealin' all my shit, had to whoop my nephew This bitch ain't picky, hit you or whoever you next to Bulletproof helmet on my head and I got the vest too Fucked two hoes out a group of four, I'm tryna fuck the next two My bitch be steppin' on my heart, she the fucking devil Widebody, not a Hellcat, you see the fucking devil This bitch shoot for two hours, it's full of Energizers My nigga banned in all fifty states, he can't get into Meijer's I don't want no love, baby, I'm looking for a new driver Bitch, I'ma keep lying 'cause my daddy was a true liar Bitch tryna pour my pop out, I'm finna fight her If you see me with my Glock out, I'm finna fire Bitch caught me cheating Had my whole cock out, nut was still inside her Just sold a thousand tens that won't pop up on pill finder Take a close look at my chain, them real diamonds Listen here, I ain't taking deals if you pill buying They like "Ayy, did Baby Ghost do that one shit and set the car on fire?" I'm like, "I don't know, I was at the crib, I was kind of tired" I had to use a rubber glove, I forgot the condom Got mad at my bitch, so I fucked her mama Went up to her job, whooped her ass again, and got her fired Wrote KrispyLife across that bitch and keyed the Impala You do not do them things, you an imposter Bitch, I don't want no regular spaghetti, I want shrimp pasta Ain't arguing with no bitch on Section 8, your rent six dollars Hey To-To-Told my bitch all the hoes I fuck, I'm kind of honest Let me see the Glock, bitch, I got a better shot than Giannis My young bitch doing her thing out here, but she kind of childish When I nut, you can't touch my doorknob, I just got it polished I'm just saying, you don't call to see what's up with me But you was on my side 'round that time I blew that one-fifty Kidd got that— whew, give your dumb ass a buck fifty Ain't nobody give me shit, God wanted this to come to me They thought I killed Ricky 'cause I had a pump with me You ain't swing when they tried to jump me, I got a pump with me This bitch'll hit everything important, it'll thump your kidney Bitch threw up tryna suck my dick, I got her drunk with me On Stockdale with Louie tryna see what bitch bring ones to me I met the real plug, he in the county playing tunk with me My nigga still scam a little, he brought a punch with him The Beecher niggas thought my pocket out, it got a lump in it Your nigga really pussy, so that mean you brought a cunt with you Ayy, you seen Scary Movie 3? I would've stumped Cindy We finna smoke some zazas, bring your blunt with you Love that haircut when you sucking dick, the blunt cut fit you Bae, I love you, and when you get off work, I'ma come get you And when we fucking, I'm probably raw doggin', I'ma cum in you Bro, you finna go to fucking West Pad, bring a gun with you You testified on everybody, I think the judge gon' kiss you Looking at my uncle like, "Why you getting drunk on whiskey?" I waterfalled Ri' pop when he was in the booth spitting Bro, you bullshitting I poured a twelve in that pop, give me two-fifty My bitch play too many games, I'll take that hoe to Disney You ever heard of YN Jay? Man, that bitch be tripping I let this bitch have my dick, I know he gon' miss me