Krissy Lyrics

Uh, damn

Young nigga been pinning shit down to the floor, man this shit been a blowout, we up on the score

.22 with the switch make a nigga get low, I was up on they block tryna put on a show

I got Rick on my feet and my diamonds, they glow, I'm a youngin with cash, I could sweep up ya hoe

If you speaking on Case, boy I'm right at yo door and I take from the rich and I take from the poor

Put that shit to his face, leave his ass feeling sore and that Krissy like Tank how I aim for his core

'Bout to walk up in Saks tryna buy out the store, I got sacks of that shit sitting right in my drawer

Niggas asking 'bout all of that shit I been pouring, I'm fucking with Chap' and he got him a four

Tryn' see what them niggas been talking about, niggas never did shit, they just running they mouth

And they hearing my name from the north to the south, up a rack on a nigga and watch how he pout

I got six different irons to sweep through his house, he walk in, see me sparking his man on his couch

I don't fuck with no rats, I don't fuck with no mouse 'cause I'm tucking a switch in my muhfuckin' pouch

Niggas sleeping on Wick, better set yo alarm, call me Slimey Hussein how I'm dropping a bomb

I been serving them P's from the dusk to the dawn, caught that boy by the light, wasn't living too long

I don't care about no blood, I be causing the harm, 'fore you beefin with me, know yo' pros and yo' cons

I got shit in a lock, I got shit by the arm, I ain't beefin' 'bout shit, what the fuck is a Von?

I ain't taking your call, you ain't talking 'bout paper, you run up on Wick, send you to your creator

I love working that heat, call me Slimey the baker, I'm sipping on Tris, I don't need me no chaser

I don't know why he ran, boy he know I'ma chase him, I'm back in my zone like LeBron on the Lakers

I ain't asking for shit, if I want, I'ma take, 'bout to run him a fade, I ain't talkin' bout a taper

Know my momma she proud, and my shawty, she love me, I fuck with the guys 'cause they keeping me company

He got hit with that iron, it fucked up his stomach, he coughin' up blood, think I fucked up his arteries

Thanking God for my life, I been living it luckily, shawty got ass and it's fat like it's gluttony

All my clothes be designer, I'm loving the luxury, I'm fly like a wasp and I sting like a bumblebee

I be working that drac, load the clip like a Russian, I'm duckin the feds, I'm duckin a dozen

I don't care 'bout no blood, up the gen on my cousin, I'm playing the game how I'm tapping that button

I got za from the pound, get you baked like a oven, yo' bitch on my dick and she really be sucking

VVS on my wrist and that shit, it be flooded, I'm up in Balenci when I'm out in London

Uh, damn, ha

Let's go

Young nigga been pinning shit down to the floor, man this shit been a blowout, we up on the score

.22 with the switch make a nigga get low, I was up on they block tryna put on a show

I got Rick on my feet and my diamonds, they glow, I'm a youngin with cash, I could sweep up ya hoe

If you speaking on Case, boy I'm right at yo door and I take from the rich and I take from the poor

Put that shit to his face, leave his ass feeling sore and that Krissy like Tank how I aim for his core

'Bout to walk up in Saks tryna buy out the store, I got sacks of that shit sitting right in my drawer

Niggas asking 'bout all of that shit I been pouring, I'm fucking with Chap' and he got him a four