Do Over lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, Wayne, alright, Pablo
KrispyLife
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got a list of freeloaders, I don't f*ck with vultures
I'm not drinkin' dark pop, but I got a six of codeine
I got a bad b*tch from overseas, she from Pensacola
[?][0:18]

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
I sprinkle fetty on the 'caine and start dancin', this sh*t too sold
Taxin' fifty for the pills, she paid a hundred, threw her two ovals
Now everywhere I go, they know my face, this sh*t too global
Color-wrapped the 'Cat, I ain't like the way it looked, it need a do-over

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
My b*tch get money and she Black, shе the new Oprah
I crack her hard, I donе broke the couch, I need a new sofa
I'm in New York prayin' a n*gga don't play with me, I'm tryna f*ck [?][0:37]
I'm a hustler, n*ggas can't f*ck with me, they around this b*tch loafin'

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
I'm in a Scat, I'm ridin' 'round with two chops, I'm 'round this b*tch scorchin'
Oh, you don't wanna suck it while I drive? Then that b*tch borin', huh
You ain't never caught an opp, we in this b*tch scorin'
Up the chop and slide to the opp hood, we in this b*tch tourin'
[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
AK trippin', he don't really like this beat
For every hat you catch, you get a check, that's a Nike sweep
I'm really out there in that field, I had to hide my [?][0:56]
I told Pablo to throw a drop in it, I'm finna eye the beat
I'm out in Oklahoma plugged with Hasheem Thabeet
I'll let a n*gga know what's goin' on, I'll roll on him
Caught him at Walmart with his granny and upped pole on 'em
Your homie died, we started laughin', we just trolled on 'em

[Verse 6: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, just pulled up with a ghost Glock and took his soul from him
They say he ratted on his main mans, he told on him
Was gon' shoot OT, I had to change plans, I got a 'bow on me
One n*gga got shot at the barber shop, they took his 'fro from him
Yeah, brodie called me from the feds, he speakin' code on it
They ever snatch me, keep my mouth closed, b*tch, I don't know nothin'
Huh, you ain't never own a gun, you don't tote nothin'
The opps sent me the addy like sh*t sweet, you should know I'm comin'