CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Talkin In Code
I got so much energy
Okay, I got a lot of, okay, KrispyLife, that's what it was, okay
You and yo b*t*h keep lying, you got a capiana
Shot dawg and heard chains fall, that mean I dropped a dollar
We was on bullsh*t growing up, y'all played Cops and Robbers
Dawg ain't wanna fill the script so I robbed a doctor
That sh*t was so crucial
I can't sell nothing but Zaza Pachulia
I just f**ked a b*t*h my auntie age, I love my cougar
I thought you was rookie Rondo, you is not no shooter
Cop a pack from me, bring it to you like a waiter
Put a hole in that n***a, turn him to a Life Saver
Just scammed this n***a in the NFL, he on a Raider
Out of all the hoes I f**ked, I think yours is my favorite
950 for the LV polo with the zipper
How was five n***as putting on a ten dollar bottle of liquor?
That's two dollars a piece
I just hit yo b*t*h at yo crib and nutted on yo sheets
Why the f**k is n***as switching sides?
Shoe soles bloody than a b*t*h, I'm finna slip and slide
F**k the holidays, b*t*h, I really got this gift from God
If you talking 'bout n***as who sh*tting, better mention mine
B*t*h, we up next, for real
Had to buy some thousand dollar shoes 'cause I step, for real
F**k DJ Khaled, me and gang, we the best, for real
Catch him out of bounds, bro'll blow, he a ref, for real
I ain't gon' lie, I don't think Kidd wanted me on this song
I think this b*t*h a lil' kid, she always want my phone
FN slammed him on his neck, I just broke his bones
I'll have BabyTron shred you, they gon' think it's Mone
Ha-ha-ha, you better leave me alone
I need thirty-five hundred, you want me on yo song
A n***a try me? I shot his a**, shot him through my coat
Heard my n***a snitched on the opps, I shot him in his throat
It's eleven K's in the trunk, Kev, I'm one up
In a ski mask, you meet God, don't get slumped up
You be smoking Camel, it's yo b*t*h if I hump something
You the backup guard, when he injured, you get bumped up
B*t*h asked for head like, LOL, peace sign
What's in my 'Wood? Like, LOL, three five
Jim Jones who? LOL, my whole team fly
Catch a burger with a burner, we gon' get him deep fried
Damn, shot the party up, this b*t*h dead as hell
Slid in broad daylight, who got dreads for sell?
Before I can deposit, I gotta see who got meds for sell
Beat a kid a** bad, I got pegs for sell
I just scammed a white college student, this n***a go to Yale
Stole my teacher card back in school and I got expelled
The last n***a tried to stick me up, it didn't go so well
Eight hundred grams in one bag, we need a stand up scale
Made him Toosie Slide, 7.62 coming out the Drac'
Told my b*t*h that she beautiful then nutted on her face
Put the Reaper on him, let him try to run off with my pape
Really in the jungle, it ain't sh*t to summon all my apes
I think I'm a gorilla, all I rock is BAPE
Driveway Baby beat the clerk, tryna [?]
I will not roll it if the weed don't stank
I am not KrispyLife Kidd but I came with K
He just got my newest method, sh*t, at least that's what he thinks
I be talking codes in them stores, the clerk like, "What he mean?"
Caught his a** at Burger King and turned him to a onion ring
I think StanWill a pure sharp 'cause his jumper green
Okay, I got a lot of, okay, KrispyLife, that's what it was, okay
You and yo b*t*h keep lying, you got a capiana
Shot dawg and heard chains fall, that mean I dropped a dollar
We was on bullsh*t growing up, y'all played Cops and Robbers
Dawg ain't wanna fill the script so I robbed a doctor
That sh*t was so crucial
I can't sell nothing but Zaza Pachulia
I just f**ked a b*t*h my auntie age, I love my cougar
I thought you was rookie Rondo, you is not no shooter
Cop a pack from me, bring it to you like a waiter
Put a hole in that n***a, turn him to a Life Saver
Just scammed this n***a in the NFL, he on a Raider
Out of all the hoes I f**ked, I think yours is my favorite
950 for the LV polo with the zipper
How was five n***as putting on a ten dollar bottle of liquor?
That's two dollars a piece
I just hit yo b*t*h at yo crib and nutted on yo sheets
Why the f**k is n***as switching sides?
Shoe soles bloody than a b*t*h, I'm finna slip and slide
F**k the holidays, b*t*h, I really got this gift from God
If you talking 'bout n***as who sh*tting, better mention mine
B*t*h, we up next, for real
Had to buy some thousand dollar shoes 'cause I step, for real
F**k DJ Khaled, me and gang, we the best, for real
Catch him out of bounds, bro'll blow, he a ref, for real
I ain't gon' lie, I don't think Kidd wanted me on this song
I think this b*t*h a lil' kid, she always want my phone
FN slammed him on his neck, I just broke his bones
I'll have BabyTron shred you, they gon' think it's Mone
Ha-ha-ha, you better leave me alone
I need thirty-five hundred, you want me on yo song
A n***a try me? I shot his a**, shot him through my coat
Heard my n***a snitched on the opps, I shot him in his throat
It's eleven K's in the trunk, Kev, I'm one up
In a ski mask, you meet God, don't get slumped up
You be smoking Camel, it's yo b*t*h if I hump something
You the backup guard, when he injured, you get bumped up
B*t*h asked for head like, LOL, peace sign
What's in my 'Wood? Like, LOL, three five
Jim Jones who? LOL, my whole team fly
Catch a burger with a burner, we gon' get him deep fried
Damn, shot the party up, this b*t*h dead as hell
Slid in broad daylight, who got dreads for sell?
Before I can deposit, I gotta see who got meds for sell
Beat a kid a** bad, I got pegs for sell
I just scammed a white college student, this n***a go to Yale
Stole my teacher card back in school and I got expelled
The last n***a tried to stick me up, it didn't go so well
Eight hundred grams in one bag, we need a stand up scale
Made him Toosie Slide, 7.62 coming out the Drac'
Told my b*t*h that she beautiful then nutted on her face
Put the Reaper on him, let him try to run off with my pape
Really in the jungle, it ain't sh*t to summon all my apes
I think I'm a gorilla, all I rock is BAPE
Driveway Baby beat the clerk, tryna [?]
I will not roll it if the weed don't stank
I am not KrispyLife Kidd but I came with K
He just got my newest method, sh*t, at least that's what he thinks
I be talking codes in them stores, the clerk like, "What he mean?"
Caught his a** at Burger King and turned him to a onion ring
I think StanWill a pure sharp 'cause his jumper green
