The Godfathers lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just burned a n*gga at a party, I need an alibi
I'm stupid 'cause I did front on fifty cents of I's
Hit a n*gga in his hat with this four-five
And make that b*tch lean, like he [?]
Don't even trip, I won't be goin' out no more
'Cause every time I step out, I can stop by some hoes
Don't buy no regular pint [?], get my sh*t from Lows
n*ggas really don't be on sh*t, just actin' off of hoes
I used to wanna swipe but that sh*t time consumin'
I put the black buffs on, now I'm blind in movement
This b*tch tried to spend the night, I'm like, "What you doin'?"
Turned that b*tch off 'cause I farted and she kept it movin'
I can't have no sensei, I'm a f*cked up student
Punch a lil' kid in his sh*t and take his scooter
Can't be a college professor, I'll f*ck my student
Drop a box of ammo on his crib and leave everything movin'
Me and my b*tch beefed out, I keep f*ckin' her friends
I spell this sh*t with a K 'cause it's my brand
I get a n*gga blew like what's in my hand
If I'm bustin' this b*tch, you better pray it jam
If you hit a lick on that n*gga, that is not my mans
You buyin' voodoo from that n*gga, you better shop with Gramz
b*tch, how you drop an opp? b*tch, watch how I stand
I know it's ugly, but you hold a Glock with two hands
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Bought a bad batch of bullsh*t, I still got it off
My lil' cousin' been up the whole week, he popped some Adderall
I fell off, she ain't wanna f*ck me, I wasn't mad at all
Give me five racks, you can buy my whole catalog
How you a man and a pus*y? Call you cat and dog
I got into a scuffle the other day, we let the ratchet talk
Free Dblack, he was shootin' sh*t like a basketball
Me and my uncle stand to it, he drink alcohol
Free KD, he couldn't find no lean, he havin' withdrawls
Why all the fat n*ggas with money think they Rick Ross? (Damn, JakeSand)
I hate all snitches, I'll cut a n*gga lips off
Doggy bone got a fake Scat, he think he gettin' off
I brush my teeth every day, I don't sh*t talk
Cut a n*gga head off and use it to play kick ball
I jump fresh in anything, I got big sauce
Throwin' big B's and f*ck with n*ggas that be Crip walkin'
Who tryna drive? I got a gerb up in Milwaukee
Me and Kidd back to back, we like Matt and Jeff Hardy