Spice Language lyrics

[Intro]
KrispyLife, b*tch
It's with a K, dumb ass
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
f*ck goin' on, n*gga?
Ayy

[Verse]
n*ggas hit my line every time, they tryna fix a drought
Hit a n*gga spot, but I'm in and out
Dog died from a post, that's the end of clout
Hit a n*gga crib with big sh*t, this'll bend the couch
Clip longer than a paragraph with no conclusion
Wanna be inside my hood, b*tch, with no confusion
Always talkin' 'bout the money you made, ain't you 'posed to do it?
You took a L on that weak-ass chain, you wasn't supposed to lose it
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
This b*tch hard as f*ck
Wide-screen in the SUV, I can park this truck
If I clap my hands hard enough, it'll start the truck
Off two Perc 30s, make it hard to bust
Freaky b*tch, she'll hit me with that neck thrower
All I got is shooters on my team, Leandro Barbosa
Street n*gga turned rapper, I'm a park owner
Torture dog, f*ck around and turn into a dart thrower
Somebody grab razorblades
I'm all about my chicken, b*tch, no Raising Canes
I be skippin' states, from plane to plane
Dog don't really want the beef, f*ck Famous Daves
(This one's too hard)
f*ck an associate
Dog say the wrong sh*t in here, I'll rope this b*tch
She ain't all the way a gram up, I had to coach this b*tch
I'm servin' to an old gang member, I want loc to quit
I'm convinced, dog ain't sh*t but a burger
You a store runner, you a worker
You ain't never been the boss of sh*t, you a purper
Cameras in the crib, they sense motion, what's a lurker?
You stuntin' with your b*tch, word check, what's the purpose?
I'm ready to up the score in this b*tch, I just Dirked him
Damn, sh*t, f*ck, alright
Okay, b*tch
Your favorite rapper just sad as f*ck (Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Dog tried to— alright, alright
Your favorite rapper, he goin' out sad as f*ck
I had to hold that n*gga, he tried to dap me up
You let all the homies hit, why I'm the last to f*ck?
I know you smokin' boo-boo, please don't pass the blunt
If you scared, go to church, hit a pastor up
Catch dog comin' out of church, I hit a pastor up
I came up on bullsh*t, we don't fight fair
I wanted to boom and wrap the trap, bringin' Mike there
The whole team got twenty-threes like Mike here
A drunk ho fell on the table, now I got white hair
[Outro]
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
f*ck goin' on, n*gga?
KrispyLife
Art, Art, Art
Art, Art, Art of Spice Talk
b*tch, the art of spice talking
b*tch, the art of spice talking
Art of spice talking part 2, dumb b*tch
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)