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drakeo flow - ysr gramz & krispylife kidd lyrics

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
me and gramz, we got another one
i want some more money, please bring back donald trump
i’m in and out of town with it, it’s in the trunk
automatic chopper, this b*tch [?] bust
automatic chop catch the opps in the buss
automatic chop catch them getting on a buss
[?] pill, i’m tryna f*ck
all your friends [?] just round them up

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
fun fact, we can get that n*gga wacked
i’m on the northside with some blood n*ggas shooting crack
told dee rich shoot first, lil n*gga, don’t shoot back
i know that lil b*tch got some good head, she got a gap
why you posting all them guns? you ain’t like that
n*gga speaking on the [?] i don’t like that
on my mama, hope that n*gga get a white bag
i just put a n*gga to sleep with a right jab

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
d*mn, i got bloods with me
they gotta k!ll somebody, if you wanna come with me
the bottom of the chop hold a hundred [?]
and did i mention that i got cuz with me?
thought i brung all flats, but i got drums with me
i can tell his pockets flat, he ain’t got no funds with him
you a sad case
i just [?] a bad check, but couldn’t get [?]
i just k!lled another young brother, now i got a sad face
i took it [?] no co defendents on my last case
i made d*mn near 40,000 off my last tape
no cap, no cap, no cap
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
they hit him in his head, ain’t waring no cap
[?] lil n*gga can’t even tweek back
if you gon’ speak on my n*ggas, lil n*gga, speak facts
every n*gga with me got a strap
give a f*ck who you hang with, n*gga, you a rat
four deep in the whip, the shooter riding in the back
you gon’ run off with your gun, and let that n*gga hold your gat
i got some bd’s outa town, they be out in chiraq

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
you know i keep my gun on me, why would i lack?
[?] for sale, them b*tches lylack
i’m finna slide and hit a n*gga with a high hat
the clip in the shotgun look just like an ipad
lotta money on his head, that’s a high tap
f*ck around and have to spank, who got the sh*t just to bypass?
i just f*cked a white b*tch with her white ass
[?] but i’m not your dad
i remember i was selling grams when i was in class
told my auntie that’s your friend, so i’m not gon’ smash
i’m off the [?] doing 110, i’m finna crash

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
my n*gga caught a lotta bodies, thanks to the covid mask
my other n*gga got caught by the cops with a gram and a half
o’l rapping ass n*gga, catch him in the lack
pop him and the engineer for recording his ass
my n*ggas bloods, but i f*ck with the crips too
i sh*t talk on everything, like a chipped tooth
you be lieing in your raps, you sell bricks too
i know the reper, lil n*gga, he gon’ get you

- ysr gramz krispylife kidd lyrics

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