Fuck A Label

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Hello, what the problem is?
Wait, hello, what the ticket is?
Thought you was somebody else, I got you all up in my biz
Nigga wanna be rich and get sucky in the Benz
My bitch better not cry, I'm puttin' her out my Benz
I guess she was hurt, I fucked all her friends
Free my lil cousin, out that Pen'
Don't wipe your nose, if you don't wash your hands

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'm trafficking art, but I'm not with Frizz
It's Lean in my cup, if I ain't got no lid
You and your bitch ugly as hell, y'all might be twins
I done fucked my bag up, I think I need a bin
KD hit my line, say his baby mama got her friend
I'm like which one, nigga, you know you got like 10
Bitch said "Fuck me", text back "When?"
If the pussy trash as hell, I won't hit again

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
B Smith sold me a strap, I think this bitch jammed
I just pulled up, just to buy some Perc 10's
He sold me so many and I'm trafficking Percs then
Pop this P baby, sex gon be on 10
Nasty ass nigga, let your friend watch
You ain't even do the crime, that's your friend Glock
I open nigga's top's up, like a mailbox
I hang with Rastas, make a mask out of dreadlocks

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Producer on some bullshit, put him in a headlock
Shoes old as hell, but they Deadstock
Man, Kidd, turn this bitch around, I forgot my Glock
I'm trippin' off the weed, thought I saw a opp
Dawg askin' too many questions, are you a cop?
30 stickin' out the Glock, lookin' like a mop
Sold a nigga fake Promethazine, he thought it was Wock
It went down on his block, he thought it was Joc

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I did some bullshit and took dawg out the game
Told the bitch I was TA, she asked "Where my chain?"
I gotta go, damn bitch, you too nosy
Shoot a nigga 54 times, like what you holding
Thought I was drunk, no, bitch, I'm really rolling
It's a lot of cap from these niggas, they be trolling
Chop' split a nigga up the middle, like it's Moses
You will think my nigga a chef, the way he keep a toaster

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
YSR, fuck your label, I signed myself
Drop a nigga, then go out of town, I'll hide myself
'Bout to get my drivers license, and slide myself
Back-to-back Backwoods, I gotta check my health
Treat a nigga like my son, and use my belt
I ain't from the 6, I got plays on Welch
My plug threw the bag on me, like we was playin' catch
Me and Kidd versus anybody, place your bet