bout time - krispylife kidd lyrics
bout time lyrics
[intro]
(shot by tee cee, ahaha)
(it’s with a k, dumbass!)
yee n*gga
i’m back in that 1 bag n*gga
its bout time i got back in that bag 2
dat… (krispylife!)
dat bag b*tch
(it’s wit a k dumbass!) ay! ye…
[verse]
it’s bout time i start dropping sh*t
i told my momma i love lean, but i’m boutta quit
like i do yard measures, just know i got the sticks
put that bat to that man, but i’m not robin sh*t
was shopping 4 denim, ask can the glocky fit?
shots put his ass on ice like a hockey stick
i cut the whole pint of lean, made the wocki sick
don’t worry bout my d*ck little, can the roxys fit?
my n*ggas doing trips with clips like they jackie chan
my n*gga f*cking with them punches, he a rocky fan
i got a plug down in huston i’m a rockets fan
oh you say is you can beat his perks? bro, lock me in
oh you say you suck d*ck good? well, top me then
rip to the opps, they tryna box me in
catch a n*gga sleepwalking, i’m mozzy friend
don’t call me “cuz” b*tch, i am not yo kin
what i paid 4 the diors i could’ve bought a shooter
i’m consistent with the shot, boy, i’m a hooper
out in dallas f*cking hoes i’m amari cooper
i taught my n*gga how to scam, boy, i’m a tutor
somebody hit faygo, i need an endors*m*nt
what i spent on faygos, i coulda bought some forces
white buffs on my face looking like some porcelain
finna pass the flame to the opps, i’m boutta torch ’em
you n*ggas undercover cops: training day
you be paying hoes 2 f*ck: u pay 2 play
he caught me f*cking his b*tch, i’m like “it’s a prank”
hey bro turn this b*tch around i forgot the drank
young bro turn this b*tch around i forgot the drake(o)
can’t n0body get up wit me cuz i’m out the way
she got good head and good p*ssy, shoutout 2 shay
my family had the plug on the strong, shoutout uncle dank
it’s two n*ggas in the world that i’m cool with
i put that white sh*t on her tongue: cool whip
i’m k!lling you, and errybody you cool with
i bet my p*ssy rate go up off my new sh*t
i bought a new family dollar off of crypto
i got signed and got rich offa crip though
i hit my target without aim and off the hip though
i ain’t coming in your crib you give me head in the whip though
[outro]
mmmhm it’s bout time that i sing on it
it’s bout time that i mmhm
it’s bout time that i mmhm
what it do right there yeee
it’s bout time that i [?]
it’s bout time that i slid on em
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