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ysr gramz & krispylife kidd - rap about violence lyrics

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
my n+gga hit the road and made twelve+thousand
i was mad as h+ll, ‘cause i didn’t know sh+t about it
i can get a n+gga a loan like he went to college
loc dog with this big b+tch do we have a problem
i’m trying to hit the road
i just need a driver
i’m high as h+ll in the booth
i think i seen a spider
my n+gga popped three percocets, he can’t get no higher
b+tch got a lot of f+cking ass can’t get no finer

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
i just f+cked a cougar b+tch, ‘cause i bought a dryer
went and bought some butane, yeah, i got a pound of fire
young dog shoes don’t got no grip, all he know is sliding
go shop up the street, b+tch, thesе my prices
a’ight, guns loud as lightening
knock his car into a bando, they donе found a tire
the glock getting low on ammo
i’m trying to spark a fire
i feel bad ‘cause i tried to k!ll you but hit the driver
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
my n+gga caught an opp lacking
so i high fived ‘em
put his ass in the air like he sky diving
if we catch the n+gga in the field we gone sideline ‘em
it’s two of us against one, we just blind side ‘em
you let a n+gga take your sh+t and you cried about it
they stabbed my pool when i was little
i want to slide about it
i’m on this b+tch with krispylife kidd
i got to rap about violence
i’m from flint
you can get k!lled by a f+ckin’ toddler

[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
f+ck
i just hit [?] up for some dog sh+t
you got fifteen+hundred in twenties that ain’t dog sh+t
give that money back bro’
that’s your dog sh+t
kid nap a n+gga
tie ‘em up
and, play saw six
i can call my mans
and, get ten thousand
my other n+gga invested his money
he done bought ten houses
how you in love with that b+tch?
and, she a get downer
every time she take a shot of liquor
she get pounded
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
you ever bought a pound of weed that cost six thousand?
i’ll have my little brother slide with a fifty rounder
i can’t believe they tried to sign me for fifty thousand
i’m selling weed out this crib
this b+tch public housing
i’m in the club drunk as h+ll
we just jumped the bouncer
told that b+tch i don’t want to f+ck
i want to f+ck your momma
i’m about to be your step dad
i didn’t even wear no condom
i’ve been buying my drink from a doctor
and he from wakanda

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i let my white boy say n+gga
look like primo
b+tch d+mn near swallowed me and my daddy
she got a deep throat
i ain’t going to lie if you broke bro’
just keep hope
b+tch p+ssy kinda stank
and, it look like meatloaf
in phoenix looking for my plug like deandre ayton
i’m going to always be me
b+tch yeah, f+ck your flavor
hit your street with something big f+ck
i’ll make a crater
it’s a brand new glock on me
i’m giving n+ggas tappers

- ysr gramz krispylife kidd lyrics

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