[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Alright (Enrgy made this one)
What up, Tron?
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
You fuck with rats? You might as well be Stuart Little
Tron 'bout to do some bullshit and I'ma do it with him
You taxing and I'm cheap, just meet me in the middle
Picking up a hunnid racks, just me and Tizzle

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Dripping in my Mike Amiris, you might see my jeans drizzling
Cuz up the drum, fuck around and leave yo team crippled
Star player, get the shot off less than three dribbles
Surf and turf, need the biggest portion, I don't eat little

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Between me and bro, this like a thousand some carats
If Britney don't let me fuck, then I'ma hump Sharon
Shoot a n***a wedding day up like, "Boy, fuck marriage"
I'm all for the beef around this bitch like, "Fuck lеttuce"

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Try and square up? I'ma up weapon
Fivе thousand for the feature, triple for a punch lesson
Widebody with the V12, I can't come second
201 credit sold out, I had to come debit
[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got bricks in the fender too
Dawg cross me the wrong way? He in a blender, too
My son only four and his room got a kitchen, too
The booth in my basement big as hell, it got a kitchen, too

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Russian rifle spitting crazy like it got a missing tooth
Same scam ten times, this old man a nincompoop
Whip fast as hell, watch this bitch go poof
He gon' need God when I stomp him in these Christian Loubs

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd & BabyTron]
The next n***a gon' need the pope
Bitch, don't just wipe my dick off, you better use some soap
I think this n***a tryna steal from me, gotta move the loaf
I keep shooting the opps' cars up, they gon' need a boat
But that will not make me stop shooting
Gun big as hell, make the Titanic stop moving
I really love the dubs like I'm not losing
Make the freak bitch bless me like I achoo'd it
Every song, every hook, every beat, I chewed it
Widebody 2021, I am not moving (Okay)

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Chess player, not to mention that I'm in here Louis stepping
Lights, camera, action, hit his block and we'll movie set it
White boys, they ain't lighting 'Woods, this a doobie section
ShittyBoyz, Lab takeover, it's a dookie session
Jag run, running out the crib, throwing on my Crocs
Three-five of shh, it don't matter, blowing on my opps
Late night at yo crib, yo bitch blowing off my socks
Fifty sticks beamed up, leave him with some polka dots
Nocturnal, 4 AM, on the opps' block
Turn a cream into a black cherry, this a Wock' pop
Thinking that he big? Turned his truck into a drop top
Shot him coming out the door, he heard a knock-knock