Roll The Dice lyrics

[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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas 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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Why would I beef with you n*ggas? Heard your dawg a mice
This money sh*t getting easy, like riding a bike
Put his ass in a box, like they do on Skype
b*tch, I got on Off Whites, I might f*ck your wife
b*tch, I'm getting easy money in these Yeezy runners
Every time I leave Beacher, I miss a hundred
n*ggas don't like us, like Uncle Ruckus
That can be a li'l b*tch, but I'm still gonna f*ck her
Keep P up in the crib, 'cause he show out in public
Why would you up that lil money? Li'l n*gga, tuck it
Why the f*ck you got a gun? You won't even buss it
I like my b*tches real boujee, you couldn't even touch her
You'll get your boo smoked, if you f*cking touch me
We don't f*ck 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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas 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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n*ggas hit the road cappin', less than two nights
You would think that these n*ggas 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*ggas solid from that block, we don't hang with mice
I got a plug that f*ck with me, he'll change his price
I've been on bullsh*t, 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 b*tch 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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas 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*gga, and he fold twice
Say we looking like a lick, come roll the dice
n*ggas don't like the lemon, they'll ruin they life