Receipts Lyrics – KrispyLife Kidd
Singer: KrispyLife Kidd
Title: Receipts
[Damn, Max, this one’s too hard
[You recordin’, Smerf?
Axion
Call Johnny right now, yeah, look
Get him on the phone, look
Let him know, look, ayy, look
Two-piece two Q, but that ain’t enough yet
I’m in the D right now, I’m where the buffs at
Smoke his #ss, sh#t, they screamin’ he was up next
I can’t think of sh#t to say, where my cup at?
We the reason can’t go put they poles up
Window down, switches on them when they rolled up
One got grazed, but that other one got fold up
“Acto, ain’t you IUR?” b#tch, ain’t I froze up?
All my clips don’t give a f#ck, they get the hoes bust
b#tch asked can she have somethin’, she can hold nut
We shoot while kids around, we give no f#cks
I used to pimp my first girlfriend, she was a whole sl#t
IUR Records, catch us out with that sh#t on us
I’m feelin’ like I’m Craig daddy with that sh#t on me
I’m ’bout to be twenty-four and I’m these n#gg#s’ big homie
If I’m in the function, best believe I got that blick on me
If I’m on the function, huh, got that b#tch on me
That’s a Glock, this a glitch, that one pop, this shoot quick
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with dog, he a b#tch
Talkin’ smoke, he inhale this type of sh#t, he gon’ quit
f#ck how you feel, fooly, just keep it real
IUR, in the trenches with that sh#t on me for real
Prices high, shop with me and you might get a better deal
Couple blocks came gassy, but we got ’em for a deal
My lil’ cuz behind the wheel because he got the better skills
I got fifty thousand dollars for who get the better kill
Ayy, they gotta know if A in town, I got a blick on me
That’s a— 23 with a switch on it
Hellcat ‘Rangos, no extra kit on it
Cost a hundred thousand dollars just to sit on it
b#tch, you know I like it with extra spit on it
I went to Wafi, my left wrist, it got a brick on it
b#tch p#ss# weak, I had to spit on it
Modified my gun, took the drum off, threw some t#ts on it
Your homie grave, I done been there and I done pissed on it
Don’t roll no weed on nothin’ in here, it’s some hit on it
Recording, I can see the parking lot, a bird’s-eye view
Freaky b#tch tryna bless a n#gg# like I said, “Achoo”
She ask me do I rap, I said, “No, I write haikus”
Before the rap, I was trappin’, servin’ all the white dudes
Before the rap, I was f#ckin’ with that veg for real
Why you cappin’ like you gangster? When we caught you, bro, you ran for real
That sh#t crazy, it don’t happen, when we caught you, my Glock jammed for real
I was out there tryna fix it, it kept jammin’, I’m like, “Damn, for real?”
Shit, let me chill out on that hot sh#t
How the f#ck is y’all gon’ put some fear in us and y’all ain’t drop sh#t
How I’m supposed to be in love? Besides p#ss#, you ain’t got sh#t
Upped a dub, how the f#ck is you a plug? That is not rich
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