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on alert - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
k*k*kripsylife
it’s with a k, dumbass
krispylife
enrgy made this one

[verse 1: krispylife kidd & lil buddi]
my n*ggas on alert, they ain’t tryna miss nothing
let off 50 something shots, you ain’t hit something
like a lame n*gga, you ain’t hit nothing
just ran up my first 50 ball this summer
i’m ’bout to call my n*ggas, “let’s get something up in motion”
i get a n*gga served through this b*tch ponderosa
i always knew how to shoot it, i don’t know coaching
i’m at your bm crib, with your kids, watching frozen
i’m sick as f*ck huh, i don’t play no games
you and your b*tch bums, you should be ashamed
hit a n*gga with an ugly shot, i’m tory lanez
i can get b2k new album from my n*gga dave
we not kris kross, but we will jump on your face
k!ll a n*gga, now his hood can’t forget his face
its ’bout to be a shootout, not a pickup game
this not a real cookie, why you pick that name?
somebody [?]
dope boy cash, i just linked up with krispylife
it’s a heavy cheque in this b*tch and a lot of ice
i just came up off rabbit shoes overnight
nappy braids, buffs on, this a trap life
n*gga in the club, mug and beat his ass with the mic
i’m ready to shoot a n*gga, but i still fight (uh, uh)
don’t mess with kidd, now will murk you in a pair of whites
[verse 2: lil buddi]
m*m*make it make sense round this b*tch like i’m big taste
stop saying what you gon’ do, n*gga, make it shake (come on)
big 40 wake a n*gga up, n*gga start your day (graaa)
slide through with a drum, pop like my name fray (bah bah bah)
don’t wanna f*ck if the ass look like kim k’s (nah, nah)
i’m with krispylife, but only opps get the f*cking k
i hope you got a bag for you to leave, cause you cannot stay
put 6 shots in a n*gga think is name drake
by the way dog talk, he must think that he jesus
i like how he rap, but lil n*gga, i don’t believe it
swallow all the nut, eat my kids, it’s a fetus
top of the head like the b*tch hang with beavis
n*gga talk crazy, he gon’ be best friends with jesus
i don’t scam or do coke, that’s the punchline
a n*gga end up on the news if he touch mine
stop the process of his life like a stop sign
with your kids starving on me, like ramadan
how you cop’ing and plea’ing, better dump at the boy just like chicken and seasoning
and i got a fat plug, call that lil n*gga cleavage
bullets cover a n*gga body like he going into a [?]
stop biting on my d*ck, i know you old, you ain’t t**thing
and i might f*ck his momma call me lil freaky geeky
ain’t no loyalty in your heart, man you n*ggas tyreek’ing (dumbass boy)

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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