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bangtds & krispylife kidd - the best dope lyrics

[verse 1: bangtds]
five hundred grams of snow white, that’s a fed charge
how you ridin’ dirty smokin’ blunts? boy, your head hard
spazzed on my b+tch for actin’ chimmy with the debit card
ridin’ for deep and we slidin’ like a credit card
might go k!ll a opp
might just pull up on your granny house and drop a hundred shots
might hit the club with some b+tches, pop a hundred bottles
coronavirus shut the city down, now we full throttle
backwood full of ‘za, what you n+ggas smoke?
pocket full of blue faces on the dead locs
put them shooters on a n+gga like some velcro
get a n+gga whacked in this b+tch ’cause i said so
i can’t do the love, b+tch, my heart broke
i can’t feel the pain through these narcos
trap n+gga, i been servin’ gas at the arko
hit the road with a truck full of cargo
big bankroll like i robbed fells fargo
n+ggas know i got it out the mud, i had to start broke
yellow diamonds dancin’ and this b+tch look like egg yolk
houston, lookin’ for amigo with the best coke
in your town lookin’ for the b+tches with the best throat
somebody hit the pillman, i’m tryna buy a boat
it get cold in my city, you gon’ need a coat
i can get it to you anywhere, i just need the dough
beep, beep
i’m a roadrunner, used to send michaela on the road until she stole from us
used to sell rocks in front of tim, ’til they told on us
fresh out, found a new plug to drop the load on us
[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
ayy, bro, clean this mess up, i got some hoes comin’
you’d think the bud hoop, the way i got the ‘bow jumpin’
treat dawg like a best friend and let him hold somethin’
not lyrical lemonade, but i shoot like i’m cole or somethin’
yeah, i think i’ma f+ck+up, i hit the work too hard, i done f+cked up
if i shot and i miss, you done lucked up
if you think you f+ckin’ with me, you a dumb f+ck
i got giannis, wesley matthews, these the bucks+bucks
this blade go across his—, that’s a buck+buck
i seen a opp, he threw his hand up, i knew it wasn’t nothin’ up
i bought some new—, nah
i just hit a brick, i’m a karate master
boy, you is not hard, i’ll take that sh+t you flashin’
when it’s beef, n+ggas go ghost like they casper
that sh+t you smoke gives you headaches, you need some aspirin
shoot a fat n+gga, make his body shake like jell+o
you in the club f+cked up, drinkin’ modelos
iur records, b+tch, we got the best, we got the best hoes
yeah, we got the best dope

[outro: krispylife kidd]
yeah, b+tch
krispylife, n+gga
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

- bangtds krispylife kidd lyrics

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