Spinebreaker lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(313 Mafia)
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KrispyLife, n*gga
The f*ck goin' on?
Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off shots, these— ashtray, alright, huh, huh
Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off— okay
sh*t

[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 f*ck, but you left with the I-ate-ass face
Disrespectful, walk in your crib, kick the ashtray

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

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
How the f*ck you tryna rap with no fanbase?
Have my young n*gga knock you off for a crab cake
Blast five racks and she f*ck, 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 f*cked up, I flunked my last grade
I throw a hoop to Shotty Dee, I bet the glass break
I just sold a n*gga two pounds and a bag of shake

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm f*cked 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 f*ck the white man

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

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
I got a b*tch who wanna f*ck, then fight, yeah, she toxic
You can have her when I'm done, brodie, she ain't my b*tch
Brodie name in my phone Butter Fingers 'cause he drop sh*t
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 b*tch?
I just dropped the black buffalos, f*ck white sticks
The AR just went off, it got a light switch
How the f*ck 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*gga, I'll shoot you in your head, where you line go? (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*tch 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 b*tch, 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', b*tch, I'm a wine hater
FN slam him on his back, it's a sprine— spine breaker