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young goat shit - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(enrgy beats)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
n*ggas know not to play with me or they gon’ pay in flesh

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
n*ggas know not to play with me or they gon’ pay in flesh
aimed for his head, but i missed, i hit him in the neck
n*ggas act like b*tches, yeah, i’m ’bout to buy boy a dress
f*ck a smack, i’m ’bout to punch that b*tch with my fist
[verse 2]
before i buy a zip, i ask a n*gga, “what the f*ck is this?”
before i f*ck a b*tch, you know i gotta get the f*ckin’ neck
big blood, don’t say my name if it ain’t with respect
i’ll drop a hundred sh*lls, n*gga, and say f*ck a vest

[verse 3]
boy, you a lil’*ass n*gga, say it with your chest
n*ggas goin’ live on the ‘gram with a jammed tec
dog pulled up with some regs, n*gga, what the heck?
got a forty sale, another hundred headed to the ‘jects

[verse 4]
might pull up in the newest jeep or the newest ‘vette
i’ll blow a n*gga out the game quick like a ref
i don’t want no jeans, b*tch, i’m trappin’ in a nike tech
bust this drac’ like a freak b*tch and leave you f*ckin’ wet

[verse 5: six ward von & krispylife kidd]
i just f*cked a b*tch and heard brodie yell, “next”
you woke up mad, boy, don’t get your ass on bedrest
bro just hit a l!ck on five ‘bows and they still wet
done did some f*cked*up sh*t and i’m still blessed (move, von)

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i’ll slide down your block and do your hood like hitler
i got shooters on my team, ’07 memphis
when i met a b*tch, i tell that ho my name dennis
’cause i’ma steal out her purse after i’m done hittin’
[verse 7]
i’m a f*cked*up*ass n*gga, i be servin’ christians
before i ever write a statement, i’ll do the dishes
my head f*cked up, i been seein’ different b*tches
called the b*tch lauren, the b*tch real name was brittney

[verse 8]
’bout to use the greyhound bus back to mississippi
my cousin called sayin’ them quarters goin’ for one*fifty
he tried to run from this k, must think he ricky
three bands in my pants, but i got on d*ckies

[verse 9]
big .40 cal tucked, so don’t play with me
i be in them stores f*ckin’ up so many giffies
would you risk your life for it? it can get risky
cars and bugs in this b*tch, d*mn, the narcs fl!cked me

[verse 10: six ward von]
move, kidd, you walked past this b*tch flinchin’
tee just bought a vlone shirt, he can’t even fit it
my nephew done found the k, he can’t even lift it
my dog took 22 way before the snippet

[verse 11: krispylife kidd]
driveway bought an ugly*ass dog for a thousand dollars
i sold weed and played sports, you can ask my mama
i’m always sick, you can ask my doctor
but thanks to him, my pops look like some apple cider
[verse 12]
i just had to hit my n*gga b*tch, but he don’t even know it
i was just in chips with ten bands, i ain’t even show it
why they let that n*gga hold the heat and he won’t even blow it?
it ain’t ’bout no pledge or gettin’ money, i ain’t even goin’
spent a band on some kicks, i can’t run in ’em
bro don’t give a f*ck if he in church, he got his gun with him
bought some fake chains and got the nerve to put your son in ’em
n*ggas broke, keep a gun, but ain’t no funds with ’em

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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