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letra de k's & glocks - krispylife kidd

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(1-800 for you)
(rell on the track)
(bangthatsh-t)
ayy

[verse 1: krispylife kidd & glockboyz teejaee]
i’m in the middle of the summer with a mink on
i really talk that one sh-t, i can teach somethin’
don’t n0body wanna get on that, boy, you make weak songs
i put my dreams over my nightmares, this a meek song
i’ll walk a n-gga down, give you a demonstration
and i won’t stop until somebody die, white dude off a [?]
n-ggas know not to play with us, that k, it’ll get to shakin’
d-mn, mama get that call, she done fell on her knees prayin’
like “my baby, he ain’t deserve that”
i’m in new york with that asap tucked, where ferg at?
glock make your role come to an end, we done merged that
in chicago with my bds, i can merch that
out in cali with that one sh-t, hold on—
out in cali with my white fans, where my merch at?
my b-tch snuck the strap in the club, where her purse at?
i got the urge to wanna shoot this b-tch like it’s my first strap (ayy)

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
man, i like f-ckin’ n-ggas’ hoes, you better tuck your b-tch
man, i heard another n-gga checked out, i’m finna grab a six
high as h-ll, i’m still tuckin’ bl!ck
and i ain’t nervous, you walk up on me, i’ll use this b-tch
yeah
i’m in the striker, this b-tch ain’t got no plates on it (yeah)
and i ain’t think about the opps, they got a date on ’em (ayy)
man, quick to tell a b-tch like, “love, i’m your rich homie”
they call me glockboy, i sn-tched the laser off and put a switch on it
i’m in the mall gun clutchin’ with that sh-t on me, i’m out of town
it don’t matter where i’m at, i brought a lot of rounds
fully, glock, ten milli’, it make a lot of sounds
they call us glockboyz, bash the opps, we love how that chopper sound
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
i’m ridin’ with a box on this b-tch, this a 360
hit your whip, make that b-tch do a 360
you had me ’cause your mans signed his life to a 360
hit dog with that head tap, now you seein’ three sixties
like i’m a barber, i just f-cked all his waves up
come in here talkin’ that bullsh-t and f-cked the wave up
my young dog own a tris co, he got a gauge tucked
after the bullets ran out the clip, i got a fade tucked
ran up, ain’t had no weapon, you a brave f-ck
pop your sister, hope that b-tch die and let my n-gga gabe f-ck

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
you know my name, why you don’t think i got that thing tucked?
if you beef with us, then we gon’ leave you in the streets, the streets raised us
yeah, rich n-gga, a couple thousand on an off day
i might drive an srt and make the ground shake
man, this sh-t crazy, how i’m beefin’ with a n-gga with a clown face?
i signed a deal, i’m puttin’ two hundred in the streets, it’s gon’ be a holiday
quitin’ takin’ them percs, i’ve been mad as h-ll
i just ran off on the p-ssy with a glock, i got a flash for sale (ayy)
he got a chain, i’m tryna see if his sh-t glass for real
oh, you rap? i’m the type of n-gga to tell you that sh-t ass for real

[outro: glockboyz teejaee]
b-tch

- krispylife kidd

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