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famouss richard - kriss vect lyrics

[intro: famouss richard]
ayy
so crazy
famouss richard
on bd
i just bought me a new glock

[verse 1: famouss richard & tsg draco]
ayy, i just bought me a new glock and this b+tch come with a kriss vect’
on they block like, “where they at?” we turned y’all rapper to a pack
if they slide, we spinnin’ back, them hollow tips gon’ leave ’em flat
catch his ass and blow him down, now watch them sh+lls eat through his chest
shorty died for all that woofin’, smoked his ass, now he up next
hop out gang, we blitzin’ sh+t, like ricky, we took off his back
shorty died for all that woofin’, smoked his ass, now he up next
hop out gang, we blitzin’ sh+t, like ricky, we took off his back
ain’t no opp that we can’t catch, we smoked y’all mans, y’all ain’t gеt back
we jumped his gate, wе took his pipe, now he outside without no strap
spinned they block like, “where they at?” we f+ck sh+t up, go hat for hat
all the opps got somethin’ in common, when they die, they don’t spin back (go, go)

[verse 2: tsg draco]
all the opps know how we comin’, when we slide, we catchin’ hats
we seen a n+gga got back up, we spinned the block and doubled back
all this monyun in my pocket, b+tch, you know i got a sack
b+tch, this rhude up on my body, so you know that’s how i act
bounce out, catch him, then it’s that
spanked your homie, he a pack
n+ggas rappin’ like they k!llers, he’ll be dead if he a threat
steady trollin’ on the ‘net, tryna front your move, don’t be the next pack
jump his gate, we took that strap
it’s two opps left, when i catch ’em, it’s that
toe tag, body bag, leavin’ sh+t stretched
they know i’m the youngest in charge, i’m a threat
they ask how i’m comin’, i’m comin’ correct
these n+ggas sneak dissin’, it don’t be direct
all through they store tryna find where they at
we’ve been spinnin’ and spinnin’, chase him, hit his back
5.56s in these switches, got hit up with fullies, the f+ck is a vest?
[verse 3: montannaatm]
ayy, gang
he got hit up with switches, the f+ck is a vest?
black truck, ridin’ all through the city, if i’m jumpin’ out, i’ma throw at his neck
sendin’ shots, slidin’ all through the city, foenem catchin’ bs, n+gga, who next?
fresh off a drill like, “who checked?”
just run it up, i got a new check
bounce out, blow a n+gga right down if his ass ever play with my respect
put your hands up, lay your ass down, take sum gang comin’ to collect
this b+tch thick and she from the town, i’m just tryna pound and i need the neck
don’t play with cas, shorty gon’ blast, wop in the back, fifty in the mag
switch on the glock, let the semi blast
shorty tried to run, foenem on his ass
i just met a b+tch and she really bad
body super thick and got a ass
i’m tryna get rich, i just want a bag
runnin’ money up, i could do it fast
catch a n+gga loafin’, now he want a pass
hit him in his top, now he in the past

[verse 4: tsg tadoe]
when they die, they don’t spin back
either that or they ass checked
don’t speak on bs, but we hit hats
get up close to know he checked
glock 23 with a kriss vect’
we apply pressure, you n+ggas get clapped
we be so quick to suit up, we’ll push all up on your lo’, we know where you at
chopper sh+lls hit him, left his ass stretched
flame up dude, we got a new pack
i’m from the ‘raq where you gotta keep your head on, one slip and they smokin’ you next
lucky my b+tch all about a check
brown skin, thick and that p+ssy fat
i don’t know what’s next, money or the safe
foreign jump r+t+rded like it got tourette’s, gang

- famouss richard lyrics

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