[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(313 Mafia)
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KrispyLife, n***a
The fuck goin' on?
Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off shots, these— ashtray, alright, huh, huh
Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off— okay
Shit

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fah-fah, the bullet holes the size of an ashtray
I love Smitties, I'll tote a Smitty, you can ask Tre
You ain't fuck, but you left with the I-ate-ass face
Disrespectful, walk in your crib, kick the ashtray

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
N***a, I make forty— alright
N***a, I make forty-five hundred on a bad day
I was mad, she ain't let me fuck on our last date
If I was from Atlanta, I would've shot up Cascade

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
How the fuck you tryna rap with no fanbase?
Have my young n***a knock you off for a crab cake
Blast five racks and she fuck, that was fast bait
Inshallah, God willing, that tat straight
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
I got eighths for twenty-five, this my last day
My head really fucked up, I flunked my last grade
I throw a hoop to Shotty Dee, I bet the glass break
I just sold a n***a two pounds and a bag of shake

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm fucked up in the head, I thought he was in a fight stance
Come in my section, beat him with the mic stand
My granny a hustler too, she got the Vics in
I'm doing everything with my brother like fuck the white man

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
My n***a got a strap in his pants, you let a dyke in
I rap and sell weed to all my white fans
My n***as tryna hit the road, who got a license?
I got a bitch that wanna drive for me, but she lightskinned

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got a bitch who wanna fuck, then fight, yeah, she toxic
You can have her when I'm done, brodie, she ain't my bitch
Brodie name in my phone Butter Fingers 'cause he drop shit
Think I work at your local school the way I got a mop stick

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
Ayy, Kidd, you ever had head from a white bitch?
I just dropped the black buffalos, fuck white sticks
The AR just went off, it got a light switch
How the fuck your diamonds don't dance when the light hit?
[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
Let me get you pregnant, baby, you a fine ho
I can't hang out with dawg no more, 'cause he five-oh
Gramz threw all the jewelry on, he tryna blind [?][1:36]
What I made off features last week could've bought 5 boats

[Verse 10: YSR Gramz]
I just slid down with the switch and shot five folks
I just bought a brand-new Drac', it's 5'4"
N***a, I'll shoot you in your head, where you line go? (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
I ain't lying, bro

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
Have my young dog knock you off for some Life Savers
Beam on this bitch, look like a lightsaber
My lil' cousin bang big Blood, he a five grader
Mix green with pop and Gatorade, it's five flavors
I sold you a pint, you drunk yours, let's save mine for later
I sell all zips, bro, I'm a dime hater
Off the E, drinking Wock', bitch, I'm a wine hater
FN slam him on his back, it's a sprine— spine breaker