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ysr flow - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ysr flow, n*gga
alright
(you are now entering the red zone)
uh

[verse]
every time you see me out, i got a couple thousand
i’m tryna get rich and buy a couple houses
you still live with your mama, you be gettin’ grounded
your crew got a couple rats, a bunch of mouses
draco got kick, samurai jack
on lebeau with the guns out like this iraq
we smoked that n*gga dead homie like this chiraq
you dissin’, but that music ain’t it, you’ll die wack
bape hoodie, nah, nah, this is glow gang
you wearin’ your man’s sh*t, where is your chain?
i had to leave the party, they was doin’ cocaine
hit boy with that— give him a froze brain
uh, can’t f*ck with lsp, n*gga
can’t call that n*gga my gang if i don’t be with him
say one of my n*ggas robbed you, i bet p hit him
just sold a ‘script of percs, i done b. smith’d him
ysr flow, yung sak runner
not h*rny, hustlin’, put that p*ssy on the back*burner
hit that lil’ nasty b*tch, now you back burnin’
call driveway, we hittin’ the road, i’m with nap turner
or i could trap and cut a brick, i’m a fat surgeon
pickin’ up all these pounds got my back hurtin’
you was just shinin’ durin’ the ud, now you back hurtin’
with your job when unemployment hit, now you back workin’
this my ysr flow
have eddy g crop your top like this pic not dope
the brand vlone but this shirt pop smoke
if them boys get me in that room, i do not know
outside square one, i’m pourin’ deuces up
soon as i get my nut off, i throw the deuces up
not f*ckin’ hoes by they selves, they gotta come in twos to f*ck
i’m not h*rny, baby, i get to choose to f*ck
flint n*gga ballin’ like a laker, she like—
big ‘wood smoker, you a chooser [?]
i got christians, muslims, and jews with us
haha
i got christians, muslims, and jews with us, n*gga, alright, yeah
this my ysr flow, dumb*ass n*gga, yeah, uh
do the bounce with the draco, got forty in it
dog made the wrong move, i’ma put forty in him
ooh
treat boy like a drunk, i done hit for— uh
treat boy like a drunk, i done put forty in him
man
n*gga thought i was alcoholic, i got a 40 with me
but i don’t do that
matter fact, f*ck that
big pockets on me right now, i’m like who fat?
man
i heard a n*gga dissed me, i’m like who is that?
yop
ysr flow, n*gga

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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