[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Kris-KrispyLife
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[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Why would I beef with you n***as? Heard your dawg a mice
This money shit getting easy, like riding a bike
Put his ass in a box, like they do on Skype
Bitch, I got on Off Whites, I might fuck your wife
Bitch, I'm getting easy money in these Yeezy runners
Every time I leave Beacher, I miss a hundred
N***as don't like us, like Uncle Ruckus
That can be a li'l bitch, but I'm still gonna fuck her
Keep P up in the crib, 'cause he show out in public
Why would you up that lil money? Li'l n***a, tuck it
Why the fuck you got a gun? You won't even buss it
I like my bitches real boujee, you couldn't even touch her
You'll get your boo smoked, if you fucking touch me
We don't fuck with Dracos, all our K's Russian
I don't smoke Russian Creams, I like Honey Burben
I could've got dawg killed, but it wasn't worth it
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n***as hit the road cappin', less than two nights
You would think that these n***as jumped on a flight
You start to think that they drivers, Jesus Christ
[?] got what you need, he ain't sell a pint
My n***as solid from that block, we don't hang with mice
I got a plug that fuck with me, he'll change his price
I've been on bullshit, need to change my life
I used to love the way you stuff, but I changed my type
[?] timers, he done paid me twice
My bitch and my gun, it's the same hight
Bro was having stomach pains for like four nights
I gave my last [?] and I saved his life

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life
I done ran out of bags, took a whole night
Still hanging with that n***a, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
N***as don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life