[Intro: YSR Gramz]
KrispyLife
Young Sak Runner

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Kidd, I'm finna finesse this n***a, let's play monkey in the middle
FN or the Drac, send that n***a to the 'Spital
Brodie fucking with that dawg, I heard he got a lotta kennels
Had to go and get a bag, got the fuck up out my feelings

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Even wit' a shovel n***a I cannot dig em
Chop left a fat ass n***a with a chunk missing
I fucked yo' bitch and I left her in her feelings
You hold my n***a cheese no we ain't gone forget it

[Verse 3: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Naw, we ain't gon' forget it, n***a
Call the chopstick Mike Tyson, the way it hit a n***a
He think he a hundred fifty round drum will split a n***a
Used to be a Blood, but the .4-5 Cripping n***as

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
[?] just here fasho, [?] n***as
Please let the opps in, God gotta help these n***as
Tezz, let me see the Glock, my eye twitching
I'm 'bout to use this bitch, I'm a Glockboy with it
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I stumped dawg in his stomach, til' that n***a shitted
I'm 'bout to spend dawg block but I'm not no fidget
I be all in girly mouth, but I'm not no dentist
Back in high school, I sold eighths so I got suspended

[Verse 6: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Hundred round drum, it shoot for ten minutes
Brodie flying in the scat pack, he got ten tickets
I need a real bitch, Jada Pinket
He weigh 300 pounds, but the 7.62 can lift him

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fuck your music, beat his ass with the mic stand
Gramz screaming fuck that n***a up, that's my hype man
Seed a n***a get shot cause he got in a fight stance
Bunch of Internet thugs, gon' head and type then

[Verse 8: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
My hoes beefing, gon' head and fight then
Bitch said she hate n***as gone and be a dyke then
Her water overflow when I put the pipe in
I need a black bitch, 'cause my last one was light skinned

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a fuck about you, n***a, fuck your cousins
Give a fuck if you don't like me, I'll fuck your sister
Dropped 21 on your team like I'm Jimmy Butler
This weed loud as hell
Like your car, think it need a muffler
[Verse 10: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
These blues hot as hell, think I need a stuffer
I'll buy a bitch some Ferragamo I never cuff her
I be cutting into n***as like a stick of butter
Glock black and white, ain't got no color


[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
I slap your bitch in her shit over something you said
At your BM crib, throwing fruit snacks at your son head
Filled his sippy cup up with lean, told him go to bed
Soon as that n***a went to sleep, your bitch gave me head

[Verse 12: YSR Gramz]
This Glock got extentions on the end, like a n***a dreads
My n***a Driveway Baby 'bout to beat the feds
Hit a n***a dead in his shit, like that n***a Craig
I coulda' with a brick, but I don't rap 'bout that

[Verse 13: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
I'm finna go to Hollywood, but I don't act like that
Dawg cappin in his songs, I don't rap like that
I'm finna start a clothing line, fuck all opps
I don't gotta start a record label to get y'all dropped
N***a