Technique of Spice Lyrics – KrispyLife Kidd
Singer: KrispyLife Kidd
Title: Technique of Spice
(DJ Updoe)
KrispyLife
Iced Up Records, b#tch
Alright
Ayy
I’m on the North doing somethin’ illegal, I’m on Wood Street (Northside)
Beat a b#tch, see her out, I wish I would speak (f#ck you)
If I see an opp, I get friendly, let the wood speak (Hello)
n#gg#s think I’m gettin’ off, I ain’t at my full peak (Dior)
Dior for me and Dior for my b#tch (Dior)
Feelin’ like Rondo with the nine, givin’ out assists (Rondo)
Dog thought I was selling him a pound of piss
I ain’t never sold— nah, I’m lying, let me stop this sh#t
Catch ’em lacking, that’s a dime a dozen (Yeah)
I ain’t sellin’ out the pound, it’s a pound or nothing (Yeah)
b#tch still f#ck me if she found out I f#cked her cousin
I’m just tryna get a forty, I’m feeling like McLovin (Yeah)
Got somethin’ that’ll pop out and burn your chest like Tito’s (f#ck)
Mexican b#tch got more to wrap up than burritos (Man)
My n#gg#s pop out in all red, the hot Fritos (Man)
And I’m sorry to a n#gg# that wear blue, he Lilo (Man)
f#ck, I mean he Stitch
You want two EPs plus two shows, give me a brick (Come on now)
I know some stoners turn a n#gg# #ss into a spliff
If I ever ask you, “What’s the problem?” you a b#tch (b#tch)
I’m wearin’ a mask, but this ain’t to stop corona (Oh)
Run up on a n#gg# with a mask, I’m Mick Foley (Oh)
Nah, f#ck that, I’m a goalie (Man)
I win after win after win, I feel like Kobe (Wait)
This type of sh#t I be spitting’ll start a house fire (Yeah)
Do a hit different and set a house fire (Buh)
I’m a whole pound getter, you an ounce buyer (Whole thing)
Told n#gg# I wasn’t gon’ torch him, but I found pliers (Yeah)
The clip I got, it shoot a movie, if I flip this b#tch, then that’s a sequel
Nah, I ain’t never seen you out in Merrill, let me call Seekle (Hello)
Been trapping all night, here come the sun, it’s the Beetles (Oh my God)
You like to f#ck bums, baby, let me buy some Filas (You a bum)
You f#ck off cheap liquor, I’m buying some tequila (Drink up)
I think I smell a seed in this b#tch, who got the reefer? (Who got it?)
That ain’t no real zas, that’s sativa
[?][1:30] b#tch, I needed a turtle with speed ([?])
[?] feel a thing (No)
Why the f#ck you keep buyin’ all them Glocks and you won’t kill a thing?
Gotta stay away from these freaky n#gg#s, they be f#ckin’ fiends (Facts)
I ain’t wanna kill dog, so, boom, here go a leg shot (Boom, boom)
Pop a n#gg# downtown to put on bedrock (Yeah)
These ain’t general release, these deadstock (Deadstock)
I stepped on a— f#ck, I heard my leg pop
Ayy, we good over here, everything couple steady (Uh-uh)
Damn, I mean couple steady (Right)
Ooh, I mean couple st— (Right)
I can’t say it, f#ck it, my n#gg# (f#ck it)
Have a freak b#tch set you up, get you straight together
You ain’t got no money and she broke, y’all straight together
Catch you and dog out and get y’all taped together
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