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krispylife kidd - mass destruction lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
krispylife (krispylife!)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
hold on, tank
aye gramz, you ready?
ysr sh+t, huh?

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
me and gramz, like tj and mad max
n+ggas can’t get a feature, without a hood fax
if rico was my homie, would’ve left dawg in a [?]
i just hit this b+tch and never called back

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
block ain’t tryna shoot no videos, i’m finna call zack
take a n+gga head and beat it in with a ball bat
b+tch, you ain’t nickelodeon, you ain’t all that
i’m in a middle of a play, you gotta call back

[verse 3: eightball tank]
put my lil n+gga on your head, like a bald cap
let the k ring, it pick you up, you can’t call back
see that n+gga out and we gon’ put him on a broadcast
slide down and fill him up with lead, we gave him all tatts

[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
my uncle came up off the dope game, he a wrist popper
your b+tch a sl+t, she a d+ck slopper
heard every rapper hit your b+tch, can’t even sit by her
my b+tch a gangsta, you know she keep a stick by her
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
i talk brazy on these beats, i’m a sh+t talker
drop a n+gga with this draco and i just bought it
he ain’t blueface, the glock got him crip walkin’
put my wrist in that whip, like i’m vince carter

[verse 6: eightball tank]
drop 100 shots on their whip and knock the tint off it
or i can put the glock to his chest and knock the lint off him
bro be movin’ weight, you would think he in that b+tch joggin’
drop a n+gga while he got his heat and take his stick off him

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
thought i was f+cked up, until i sold another pistol
i’ll bust this b+tch and knock you out the solar system
tank dropped 50 on him, he too busy fightin’ with him
yeah, i let dawg drive, he had a license with him

[verse 8: ysr gramz]
kidd, don’t pop that n+gga, he got his wifey with him
get up on him close range, headshot, [?] him with it
you the only n+gga with a gun, you got isis with you
four k’s on lebeau street, brought isis with me

[verse 9: eightball tank]
wrap a n+gga, put him in a box, bro, grab a ribbon
b+tch said she want breakfast in bed, sleep inside the kitchen
n+gga said he want beef with tank, you better [?]
see that n+gga out and start blowin’, like i had a whistle
[verse 10: krispylife kidd]
drac’ hangin’ from my neck, like a f+nny pack
f+cked up in the head, kidnap your mama, get your family back
ran up a couple thousand and all i do is rap
f+cked your b+tch for 30 seconds, in the trap

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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