"Kriss Vecc" lyrics
(feat. BAK Jay)
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski, you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS Vec'
D1 crash out, I'm tryna wreck
I went to Johnny Dang, aimed for his top, but I hit him in his chest
He coughin' blood up, he mad as hell, I hit him in his neck
No man above us, make sure you pray and God gon' do the rest
I got money, I got clothes, I got hoes, they all on dick (They all on dick)
I got lean, I got weed, I got an eater who named Lex
Take his kit without no gun, this ain't checkers, bitch, this chess (I need that)
Grab my mask and load my gun, jump in my strike, you know the rest (Murder)
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS Vec' (Woo)
Brand-new KRISS Vec', probably slimed for it
I could pull up with dog shit like Tom Ford (Dog shit)
So rich, but still gon' up the score
I'm the type hop out, swingin' a double door (Hop out)
You go for shit I would never, smokin' on shh, got me gone
Ayy, they know this three shit forever, my twin in the right, he could never be wrong
Got a ho in L.A. tryna get her shit boned
I be ridin' with switches, so I'm never alone
Brother locked in that cell, put racks on his books
Steady lookin' for plays, told 'em let me cook
Yeah, let me cook, they see us, we leave shit shook (Woo)
Uh, let me cook, they see us, we leave shit shook
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski, you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski, you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS Vec'
D1 crash out, I'm tryna wreck
I went to Johnny Dang, aimed for his top, but I hit him in his chest
He coughin' blood up, he mad as hell, I hit him in his neck
No man above us, make sure you pray and God gon' do the rest
I got money, I got clothes, I got hoes, they all on dick (They all on dick)
I got lean, I got weed, I got an eater who named Lex
Take his kit without no gun, this ain't checkers, bitch, this chess (I need that)
Grab my mask and load my gun, jump in my strike, you know the rest (Murder)
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS Vec' (Woo)
Brand-new KRISS Vec', probably slimed for it
I could pull up with dog shit like Tom Ford (Dog shit)
So rich, but still gon' up the score
I'm the type hop out, swingin' a double door (Hop out)
You go for shit I would never, smokin' on shh, got me gone
Ayy, they know this three shit forever, my twin in the right, he could never be wrong
Got a ho in L.A. tryna get her shit boned
I be ridin' with switches, so I'm never alone
Brother locked in that cell, put racks on his books
Steady lookin' for plays, told 'em let me cook
Yeah, let me cook, they see us, we leave shit shook (Woo)
Uh, let me cook, they see us, we leave shit shook
Keep on dumpin' and dumpin', rapid fire, it's a switch up on this bitch
I'm comin' VS1, yeah, my shit bust, don't need no camera tricks
Spinnin' in a hot car with some savages who'll take your shit (Hot car, hot car)
Rookie-ass lil' boy thought it was clean, sike, I served him hit (Ha)
Remember I was fucked up, down bad, well, nigga, now I'm rich
Might walk into the Louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (Bitch, I'm fly)
She turned to me like, "Teeski, you got your gun?" Why you askin' stupid shit?
Yeah, we pull on his shit, put up forty or better with my brand-new KRISS
Writer(s): Raymond Herring, Jack Cohen Mungan, Terrance Banks, Jayvon Crump
