Rap About Violence lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga hit the road and made twelve-thousand
I was mad as hell, ‘cause I didn’t know sh*t about it
I can get a n*gga a loan like he went to college
Loc dog with this big b*tch do we have a problem
I’m trying to hit the road
I just need a driver
I'm high as hell in the booth
I think I seen a spider
My n*gga popped three percocets, he can’t get no higher
b*tch got a lot of f*cking ass can’t get no finer

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
I just f*cked a cougar b*tch, ‘cause I bought a dryer
Went and bought some butane, yeah, I got a pound of fire
Young dog shoes don’t got no grip, all he know is sliding
Go shop up the street, b*tch, thesе my prices
A’ight, guns loud as lightening
Knock his car into a bando, they donе found a tire
The Glock getting low on ammo
I’m trying to spark a fire
I feel bad ‘cause I tried to kill you but hit the driver
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga caught an opp lacking
So I high fived ‘em
Put his ass in the air like he sky diving
If we catch the n*gga in the field we gone sideline ‘em
It’s two of us against one, we just blind side ‘em
You let a n*gga take your sh*t and you cried about it
They stabbed my pool when I was little
I want to slide about it
I'm on this b*tch with KrispyLife Kidd
I got to rap about Violence
I’m from Flint
You can get killed by a f*ckin' toddler

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
f*ck
I just hit [?] up for some dog sh*t
You got fifteen-hundred in twenties that ain’t dog sh*t
Give that money back bro’
That’s your dog sh*t
Kid nap a n*gga
Tie ‘em up
And, play Saw Six
I can call my mans
And, get ten thousand
My other n*gga invested his money
He done bought ten houses
How you in love with that b*tch?
And, she a get downer
Every time she take a shot of liquor
She get pounded
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
You ever bought a pound of weed that cost six thousand?
I’ll have my little brother slide with a fifty rounder
I can’t believe they tried to sign me for fifty thousand
I’m selling weed out this crib
This b*tch public housing
I’m in the club drunk as hell
We just jumped the bouncer
Told that b*tch I don’t want to f*ck
I want to f*ck your momma
I’m about to be your step dad
I didn’t even wear no condom
I’ve been buying my drink from a doctor
And he from Wakanda

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I let my white boy say n*gga
Look like primo
b*tch damn near swallowed me and my daddy
She got a deep throat
I ain’t going to lie if you broke bro’
Just keep hope
b*tch pus*y kinda stank
And, it look like meatloaf
In Phoenix looking for my plug like Deandre Ayton
I’m going to always be me
b*tch yeah, f*ck your flavor
Hit your street with something big f*ck
I’ll make a crater
It’s a brand new Glock on me
I’m giving n*ggas tappers