Promoting Violence lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
KrispyLife
Young Sak Runner

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

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

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

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
[?] just here fasho, [?] n*ggas
Please let the opps in, God gotta help these n*ggas
Tezz, let me see the Glock, my eye twitching
I'm 'bout to use this b*tch, I'm a Glockboy with it
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I stumped dawg in his stomach, til' that n*gga sh*tted
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 b*tch, Jada Pinket
He weigh 300 pounds, but the 7.62 can lift him

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
f*ck your music, beat his ass with the mic stand
Gramz screaming f*ck that n*gga up, that's my hype man
Seed a n*gga 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
b*tch said she hate n*ggas gone and be a dyke then
Her water overflow when I put the pipe in
I need a black b*tch, 'cause my last one was light skinned

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a f*ck about you, n*gga, f*ck your cousins
Give a f*ck if you don't like me, I'll f*ck 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 b*tch some Ferragamo I never cuff her
I be cutting into n*ggas like a stick of butter
Glock black and white, ain't got no color


[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
I slap your b*tch in her sh*t 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*gga went to sleep, your b*tch gave me head

[Verse 12: YSR Gramz]
This Glock got extentions on the end, like a n*gga dreads
My n*gga Driveway Baby 'bout to beat the feds
Hit a n*gga dead in his sh*t, like that n*gga 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, f*ck all opps
I don't gotta start a record label to get y'all dropped
n*gga