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uhsirk - vera wang lyrics

[intro: krishu]
23!
smoking opps, smoking runtz
it’s only water in my cup
i’m in the whip with water, we got wood on the ak, and it buck
shoot to score, we wanna ball
post a gun, and 12 gon crawl
we go hush, and y’all go live
n+n+no, i can’t f+ck with y’all
smoking opp, smoking runtz, only+
coming down in them armored+
check, check check
cherry, krishu
check, check!

[verse 1: krishu]
and i’m
smoking opps, smoking runtz
it’s only water in my cup
i’m in the whip with water, we got wood on the ak, and it buck
shoot to score, we wanna ball
he post a gun, and 12 gon crawl
we go hush, and y’all go live
so y’all know i can’t f+ck with y’all
much prior to my rapping daily, i had ridden in mercedes
i been ducked them police agents
i won’t rely on whitey payments
i’m in town with armored toys
creep around, don’t make no noise
f+ck the police, f+ck them boys
but i’m from the bay where the trucks is toys

[hook: krishu]
she wanna go on a date, she don’t know what this pimpin like
and i ain’t thirsty, she gettin the curve go away, want me to choke her, want me paint her face
my bracelet, it say lemonade, can’t even read the time of day
these diamonds choke my bro airways, he wrap up white girl, vera w+ng
she+she wanna go on a date, she don’t know what krishard like
and i ain’t thirsty, she gettin the curve go away, she don’t know what this pimpin like
my bracelet, it say lemonade, she don’t know what krishard like
(aye, look, aye) yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: krishu]
in charge of this paper, like michael
knife pokin’ out the ar, like a rhino
if 12 wanna see me, i’ma go mike jones
really it’s salt, but it’s priced like snow
i got the fye, we gon slide, ain’t no fighting, we gon blow
bro still shoot, scam, trap, got it poppin off of phones
spenny f+ck more whites than trader joe’s
bro cook a b up, and the glock irreplaceable
can’t wife white b+tches, cause they age like prunes
real p, send a heart emoji, getting back the moon
ran him off the block, made him stop selling sh+t like zune
at his door in the morn’, we gon press him like snooze
pete told me to braid this, i told him i got him if he spray sh+t
new hummer grill look like it’s missing t++th, like jason
12 beep+beep had us running like a pacer
called in a hit, and the glock made him shrink like frasier
black ‘cat, or 4 straps
in the back of a hummer truck, and it’s black+black
these is pressed pills but i told her they was flat+flat
what you know about being rich, i know zaq+zaq
everybody hit her, then we gone!
buh+bye, we on the go!
called him a peon, and ran off his bros
more than a few brown hoes hate me, turning up they nose
i done seen watered+down lean turn grown men into hoes
krishu!

[verse 3: paris williams & krishu]
this that re up, we up, brand new swag out the bag and eureka (right)
all y’all hating from the bleachers, first+round draft pick, number 1 seeded (okay)
and i keep a chick in the backseat, star on camera, just like rita (star on cam)
she get freaky off molly, way she top me, she love my features
been in situations, if i hesitated, would’ve surely been dead
profits in a box, shakin rocks out the pot, so it’s been f+ck all the feds
playing hopscotch with a few bands, human made tee, straight from j+pan
trust me, i don’t need no more friends, spending free time hunting for heads (yeah, yeah, yeah )
you n+ggas can’t see me, i do this too easy, i ddt every d+mn beat if it’s heated
came from a jungle, i turned to a lion, bro smoke like a rasta, you know we stay flee
never been humble, i do what i want to, we roll like some mob, it’s just me and the team
feel like they really been sleeping on p (aye), but it’s time to wake up (hol’ up, aye), the boy morphed to a beast (aye)
got a quick question, if in adolescence, you felt you were destined for your worth and blessings
then what would you do to make sure it was measured? might hop on a record, then pen some confessions
do this for cousins who gully and rugged, and came up from nothing
muskegon the gutter, they’ll eat you for supper (aye), but n+gga i love it (aye!) not up for discussion (sw+ng!)
hit skai with that rubbish (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: krishu]
smoking opps, smoking runtz
it’s only water in my cup
i’m in the whip with water, we got wood on the ak, and it buck
shoot to score, we wanna ball
post a gun, and 12 gon crawl
we go hush, and y’all go live
so y’all know i can’t f+ck with y’all
krishu!

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