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rap about violence - ysr gramz & krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
my n*gga hit the road and made twelve*thousand
i was mad as h*ll, ‘cause i didn’t know sh*t about it
i can get a n*gga a loan like he went to college
loc dog with this big b*tch do we have a problem
i’m trying to hit the road
i just need a driver
i’m high as h*ll in the booth
i think i seen a spider
my n*gga popped three percocets, he can’t get no higher
b*tch got a lot of f*cking ass can’t get no finer

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
i just f*cked a cougar b*tch, ‘cause i bought a dryer
went and bought some butane, yeah, i got a pound of fire
young dog shoes don’t got no grip, all he know is sliding
go shop up the street, b*tch, thesе my prices
a’ight, guns loud as lightening
knock his car into a bando, they donе found a tire
the glock getting low on ammo
i’m trying to spark a fire
i feel bad ‘cause i tried to k!ll you but hit the driver
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
my n*gga caught an opp lacking
so i high fived ‘em
put his ass in the air like he sky diving
if we catch the n*gga in the field we gone sideline ‘em
it’s two of us against one, we just blind side ‘em
you let a n*gga take your sh*t and you cried about it
they stabbed my pool when i was little
i want to slide about it
i’m on this b*tch with krispylife kidd
i got to rap about violence
i’m from flint
you can get k!lled by a f*ckin’ toddler

[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
f*ck
i just hit [?] up for some dog sh*t
you got fifteen*hundred in twenties that ain’t dog sh*t
give that money back bro’
that’s your dog sh*t
kid nap a n*gga
tie ‘em up
and, play saw six
i can call my mans
and, get ten thousand
my other n*gga invested his money
he done bought ten houses
how you in love with that b*tch?
and, she a get downer
every time she take a shot of liquor
she get pounded
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
you ever bought a pound of weed that cost six thousand?
i’ll have my little brother slide with a fifty rounder
i can’t believe they tried to sign me for fifty thousand
i’m selling weed out this crib
this b*tch public housing
i’m in the club drunk as h*ll
we just jumped the bouncer
told that b*tch i don’t want to f*ck
i want to f*ck your momma
i’m about to be your step dad
i didn’t even wear no condom
i’ve been buying my drink from a doctor
and he from wakanda

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i let my white boy say n*gga
look like primo
b*tch d*mn near swallowed me and my daddy
she got a deep throat
i ain’t going to lie if you broke bro’
just keep hope
b*tch p*ssy kinda stank
and, it look like meatloaf
in phoenix looking for my plug like deandre ayton
i’m going to always be me
b*tch yeah, f*ck your flavor
hit your street with something big f*ck
i’ll make a crater
it’s a brand new glock on me
i’m giving n*ggas tappers

- ysr gramz krispylife kidd lyrics

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