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letra de in & out - ysr gramz & krispylife kidd

[intro]
enrgy beats

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i put a scope on my glock, i’ll pick you out
308 bullets in this b-tch, sit you down
shoot that n-gga in his stomach, make him sh-t it out
we ’bout to do it, kick door, n-gga, in and out
my trap house slap every day, like in and out
i was f-cked up a year ago, now i’m winning [?]
i just got the head from your b-tch, i won’t eat her out
my n-gga made a hundred off of scams, he can’t read [?]

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
my n-gga got a brick, wreck it ralph
i get a bad b-tch and i stretch her out
see an opp, spot an opp and pull my weapon out
i’m all for the beef, i’ma catch the [?]
made [?] off of rap, b-tch, f-ck a college
[?] 30 on me, feeling like rasheed wallace
tell my manager call balenciaga, i need a sponcer
all my n-gga know is catch a body, he need a counceler

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
they won’t let my n-gga in the club, he beat up bouncers
my lil n-gga sleep right now, he off downers
i’m still selling 75 8th’s to out of towners
catch you lacking in my hood, we’ll find you
you can’t play [?] when we shoot, we got blinders
my lil n-gga got a draco, he a minor
if you ain’t got no ass, i’ma f-ck ’cause she finer
had zips in my book bag, n-gga, not a binder
[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
just hit a dirty ho, now my d-ck a lighter
[?] smacking, hit a different [?]
he wanna get [?] we need a different driver
throw the cup of wok on the [?] i think he wearing a wire
f-ck you and your gang, and f-ck that candle light
[?] can’t get the glock out, think his pants too tight
i’ma come quick anyway, ’cause my [?] too tight
i wanted two black b-tches, girl, your friend too bright

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
i know you really love yourself, you wanna lose your life
you can get bullsh-t [?] choose your type
or you can be rich or broke, n-gga, choose your life
i just bought a dose of high tech, i’m finna use a sprite
you know i ride by myself, like you do a bike
my n-gga high as f-ck, he just took a vike
you ever seen a n-gga put his hands on a f-cking dyk-?
your b-tch let me f-ck, you weren’t f-cking her right

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m mad as h-ll, she ain’t give me no head
make [?] alright
make [?] floor, b-tch, you ain’t get up in my bed
gramz hit four fat b-tches, he need a bigger bed
my n-gga rolling up more bubble runts
b-tch p-ssy tight, f-cked her safe and got the condem [?]
plug on the green, just [?]i
really sipped the four before i got here, so i’m kinda stuck
like, i really can’t move that well
like, i’m too high for this sh-t
krispylife
ysr
lebo street, n-gga

- ysr gramz krispylife kidd

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