Sleepy

We gon' do it just like this (BeatGang), BeatGang shit

(Stuntman)

Stuntman, KrispyLife

Ayy, look

Everybody just shootin', get down, nah, fuck that

If everybody shootin', then I'ma bust back

Bitch pussy pretty, got a smell, I can't fuck that

Dog ain't sold no weed, but he ridin' 'round with them one packs

**** sent a threat, then somethin' had to happen

Standin' on business, me and my **** crashin' crashin'

Mix the Wock' with the uh— a half an halfin'

Ran out of drank, I told bro I just have to have it

Finna make somethin' myself

Everybody out of time, I wanna run myself

Fucked around and cut— man

Fucked around, drunk the wrong bottle, I done cut myself

Ahaha

They called this self-harm and they ain't think I won't love myself

KrispyLife, I got two K's

One of them got a 50, this bitch'll shoot for almost two days

My manager be ready to pop somebody, I can't do James

Before one of us, you'll get your crew grazed

I'm takin' drugs, off the fent' gettin' off

Told my **** these hit, he said bring 'em, I said naw

My **** cookin' shit strong enough to drop a dog

Lil' bitch on my dick, you beat her up, she still ain't hoppin' off

I'm feelin' good, ayy, Duck, how much a helicopter cost?

My front yard look like I just got done shoppin' with Ross

I just got word, 1.7 for a helicopter

Please don't act stupid 'cause we ridin' with hella choppers

Hit your whip with that pssh pssh, knocked the pedal out it

I don't fuck around with dog, I heard he'd tell the coppers

Damn, you be cooperatin'

The hoes just fall on my lap, I'm too fat to chase 'em

Lord lookin' at me sideways, uh

Dog lookin' at me sideways, don't make me turn to Jason

I'm in the club with two shanks, damn near— man

I'm in the club with two shanks with—

I'm in the club with two shanks hard enough, finna turn to Jason

Dog got stabbed in his artery, he done died from all that playin'

My auntie a psychic, she could read your lifeline

You ain't never made this much money in your lifetime

At a fancy restaurant eatin' steak with some white wine

Fifty thousand for a Rolex, hope this the right time

Shh, man, that's a SkyDweller

Oh, you say you want the ba—? Well, I might mail 'em

Bitch bad but don't own nothin', shit, I might sell her

Bitch and her sister wanna suck my balls, and I might let 'em

Bitch

KrispyLife, ****

Whole lot of— whole lot of—

Alright now

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