Keep Dropping The Beat

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]

(Enrgy made this one)

Woo

Good lookin', Enrgy

Damn

Fuck

Oh my God

Enrgy, you dumb

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]

I'm trippin', I'm 'bout to shoot a human

You keep goin' to jail for fraud 'cause you don't know what you doin'

Slide through the opps' hood and drop Patrick Ewing

Thirty rounds hit his t-shirt, look like he spilled a smoothie

Fuck, the strap got a streetlight

I just stuffed this one bitch Lil E height

I'll kill and go to jail for ten years, fuck a street fight

'Bout to call Rio, I need a plug on three pints

Threw some work on the ground and watched two fiends fight

My nigga was on chill until I gave him the green light

Bitch, you a ho, but steady sayin' you a queen, right?

That coochie smellin' kinda funky, but it's clean, right?

Damn, a fiend just died

Bought a foldin' Glock and shot my homie, I ain't read the guide

Bro got twenty shots in his shit, I got fifty-five

You baby daddy a crumb, he can't fuck with me if he tried

He can't up a twenty if he tried

Got thе head from this bitch while the pills bеtween her thighs

All this spice talkin', this shit make me nervous

I ain't put it in the wrong hole, I did this shit on purpose

I really been ballin', we don't post the same

You drinkin' close enough, we don't pour the same

I'll drop a opp and all you seen was his brains

I don't fuck around with these niggas, most of 'em lame

Pandemic buffs, I spent some light change

Step in the club, it was dark, I made the lights change

I would've served Ike, David Ruffin, and Eddie Kane

I don't think I can be fucked with

Enrgy on the beat, you can tell by how the drums kick

I'm fuckin' this bitch up, go'n 'head, bro, unplug this

Biggest wolf from my hood, I'm Suge Knight, bitch

This shit been in me, not on me since I was a jit

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Free my brother out of jail, he ain't do shit

Mad he gotta sleep with a man-made icepick

Sent my assistant in the pharm' to say I'm sick

And we just brought in a new ton like I'm Isaac

I can't just cop from anybody, bitch, I'm biased

I can't just sleep in any condo, need the highest floor

I can't fuck you anymore, bitch, I am so sore

Broke your back four times tonight, go sleep, lil' whore

Might just put Melatin in drank, I don't sleep no more

Might beat your brother for some rank, I'll stain that whore

Kick that bitch right to the curb, I'll shame that whore

Mad I don't treat you like Jayda, don't blame me, whore

So what I bought you some Chanel? Don't claim me, whore

Stay down with Coach and Pee 4L 'cause they made me more

Givin' work to Jay before you, 'cause they pay him more

She said she want it in her mouth, bitch, say no more

My bitch not my bitch, but she is, she rock Galore

And she be trippin' out in Paris, that's my amour

Niggas barking loud on the 'net, they tough as Ford

'Til you put a slug in they throat and they need the Lord

My gang should drive Hondas, we on one accord

Bro said he got powers and a Range, he Mighty Morph

My money in the back stacked up like sneaky dwarfs

I don't wanna rap no more, I'll pass the torch

You niggas couldn't handle that flame, if you—

Niggas couldn't handle flame— uh, uh

These niggas couldn't handle the flame if they had fire course

At a nigga door like the Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Five hundred thousand for the truck with the double doors

Um, wait, no, wait, I need that, I need that part back

Yeah, do it right here

Can't handle the flame if they took firefighting courses

I'll never play polo— uh

Never played polo, but the whip got several horses

My nigga Reese won't slip his feet in nothin' but the Forces