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krishu – mania 2 (interlude) lyrics

[part i: shots]
[intro: krishu]
krish
where the bass, bl1, boy that— know he trippin
abeer, did you like krish?
i’ma do like, minimal adlibs on this one, so you can hear— loud, and clear
aye, want a birkin? that had me hurtin
i won’t buy no b+tch no birkin, even if she perfect

[hook: krishu]
we gon play the opps sh+t, wh+when i’m just tryna sleep, at night
said we doin’ kick doors, we don’t knock, f+ck ice
yeah, my cup got that energy, i don’t go off white
he broke, just like rice, i don’t rock off+white
still in vautour, when i walk in
i got the fye by the dia, tucked
glock with a d+ck, i’m c+cky
she asked for a fee? i told that b+tch, “don’t top me”
yeah, stop, stop, stop, o+p+p, opp, opp, 9+9 shots, shots, shots

[verse: krishu]
he said he don’t give a f+ck, press x, doubt
arp give him what he wanted his whole life, that’s clout
ain’t no xannie, or no f+ckin pills, touch my lil mouth
we know what you dream about, you are not stomp down
b+tch you a j, and that’s out, p+ssy
why the f+ck these p+ssies talking like i don’t know ‘bout they house?
high+voice bandit, i’m with lil water, he could pimp your spouse
my fans like them my punchlines, my bad, i ain’t do none yet
i just been watching, and plotting on opps, just like belichick
say she want a birkin, it got me hurting
i won’t buy no b+tch no birkin, even if you perfect
you a whole ci, you meeting satan when we purging
i’ma take it like a man, ask the jury, “what’s the verdict?”
[hook: krishu]
we gon play the opps sh+t, wh+when i’m just tryna sleep, at night
said we doin’ kick doors, we don’t knock, f+ck ice
yeah, my cup got that energy, i don’t go off white
he broke, just like rice, i don’t rock off+white
still in vautour, when i walk in
i got the fye by the dia, tucked
glock with a d+ck, i’m c+cky
she asked for a fee? i told that b+tch, “don’t top me”
yeah, stop, stop, stop, o+p+p, opp, opp, 9+9 shots, shots, shots

[outro: krishu]
getting real sick and tired, getting real sick and tired
where there’s smoke i heard there’s fire
but, he not ‘bout smoke, he don’t got fye
yeah, gang, gang, and chris know now too
you know, gotta patch some things with family
krish
krishu, yeah

[part 2: mania]
[intro]
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4
krish
a lil bit
[verse 1: tyfaizon]
it may have took a few years, but i finally got my act together
no chasing fame, just tryna make art that last forever
tired of talking bout the old days
like i’m 15 again, i’m back to my old ways
that’s when every time we left the house, we was 6 deep
short guy, on the new money, probably 8 feet
but money isn’t everything, can always be taken
i’d rather have more impact with my statements
but it pays for ice creams and bapes i’ll stay in
and get a nice car, and the spot that i lay in
it’s sad to see you rappers reach for status again
you fall behind trying to recreate all ya wins
too busy worried what they saying again
it’s not even coded now, it’s blatant again
i’m thankful for the risk that panda took to get his packs off
he helped me stay fresh, and stay clean, and get the raps off
and that’s why i’m right here, posted up with krishard
playing mighty so, treat each song like a scripture
i’mma talk art, let the label talk numbers
making sure you never get a weak drop from us

[verse 2: krishu]
i’ma let that k sing, like bsk, if i need to
i’m my brother’s keeper, so i been smoking dro
i’m blowing bro, but i ain’t talking ‘bout no f+cking reefer
it was almighty so, off speakerphone, in the hoopty, with the broken speakers
and i know he old, but he got some os, we robbed his og, like brandon weeden (good job)
i been on that 23 sh+t, since i was ready
duckin’ lp don’t count as a crime, them lil b+tches was petty
back when we was defacing, back when was in macy’s
back when we took it out the racks, young, getting paid, like darius bazley
if they wrong chris, they ending up dead in p+ss, b+tch
pop sh+t, 30 on a 19, like scott disick
we got big sticks, these 100 round hoes
aye, you could k!ll the krish, but you can’t take hits, though!
she wanna get beat down, she talking ‘bout rounds, bro
i don’t make no phone calls, 12 watching the pound, bro
we don’t fall in love, less you sending benjis or pounds, hoe
i’m good everywhere i go, got a 100 on me, at autozone
with spenny
don’t care if i got pennies, that’s my bro, for sure
i told skai, i love him, just pass dro, and we ash bro
said he had act, when he didn’t, so we pulled up, just to loot that
said you got act, so you selling drugs, so you can’t tell the cops
now you know you can’t do that
hoodies in the summer, you know where the move at
hoodies in the summer, you know what we doing
[outro: krishu]
will cherry on this f+cking beat, man
know i throw up 23
did you like krish?

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