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krispylife kidd & rio da yung og - 96 bulls lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
what up, rio? (iced up records)
iced up sh+t, n+gga, boyz, b+tch
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
what up, 2 side?
krispylife

[verse 1: krispylife kidd & rio da yung og]
opps always wantin’ to go clubbin’, that’s why they keep on losin’
i’m posted like security, but i’m not on duty
i’m posted in the parking lot, i’m ’bout to spark an uzi (okay)
in atlanta with lil yachty, yn jay with lil uzi (okay)

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
we ain’t got the same wrist, this a plain brick
the plug drop the price, then i’m hoppin’ on a plane quick
my bm bought a strap and got into a shootout with my main b+tch
i’m tryna elevate, y’all n+ggas still be on the same sh+t

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
tuck my shirt behind my belt, i’m on some lame sh+t
you beat your b+tch every time she say, “it’s with a k, b+tch”
mike dropped big 41, put it in your face, b+tch
you got a different type of style, you roll with three eights and onе six

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
call the drank plug, i need three eights and one six
i bought a 41 twicе, four times, that’s an eighty+six
so that’s eight watches
just bought an fn with a switch, now i hate shopping
the other day, i found a pint of wock’, i paid eight dollars
took a four out, hit it twice, sold it for eight thousand
before i hit the dog, i crush it down, now it’s grey powder
told my lil’ b+tch put the sloppy head on kidd, she sucked the k out him
[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
wockesha steady callin’ my name, i said i’m done with her
had a play for eight thousand, i had to bring my son with me
i ain’t feel like we was safe, so i brung my gun with me
i ain’t crippin’, but you thought i was the way i brung cuz with me
i ain’t in court, but i got a judge with me
b+tch pullin’ on my pants, she don’t know that she just tugged fifty
auntie died, i stole her organs, i just sold a kidney
my girl got me beefin’ with my fiends, i’m tryna serve brittany

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
we ain’t got the same strap, this a five+three
we don’t do the same cap, you be lyin’, i wear don cs
2 side just blessed up with some heat, this an odd beat
i pull a sh+llcatcher on my glock 9, this a modded heat

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
i drunk too much lean like how i’ma drive asleep?
i robbed my titi boyfriend like, n+gga, this a bag of seeds
slide on my opps, everybody dyin’, i dropped a new disease
disappeared and told my people i’m hoopin’ overseas

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
i be sh+t+talkin’, like literally be p++pin’ on the beat
oh, the opps live on lawndale? i’m movin’ on that street
matter fact, no i’m not, i’m sendin’ scooter on that street
ridin’ through the opps’ hood in a cutty, ruger on the seat
hit the b+tch back to back to back, put coochie on repeat
dropped so much lean, man, i look like pookie by the t++th
y’all better thank us for puttin’ sh+t+talkin’ music on the streets
i f+ck the bank up, i been there twenty+seven times in a week

- krispylife kidd rio da yung og lyrics

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