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lirik lagu krispylife kidd - who at the door

[intro: krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
yeah, n~gga
we on that one tip, b~tch
krispylife, ysr sh~t, dumbass n~gga (yung sak runner)
look
ysr sh~t

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
just came back from bally with like nine of ’em
drove them b~tches all the way, we ain’t fly nothin’
like your shoes got all the grip, you ain’t slide nothin’
i’m really doin’ the sh~t you rappin’, i ain’t tryin’ nothin’
make a b~tch get nasty, shake that ass on a handstand
i don’t sweat until [?] or i see a raid van
run down on a blood, you must be a brave man
if it’s just me, i got my glock and this b~tch’ll shave ten

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i be packin’, vacuum~sealin’ ‘bows at the days inn
i ain’t doin’ shows at your club unless the k’s in
you ain’t did sh~t for your dog, but you call him twin
i paid twelve hundred for this bl!ck, this an f&n
my young n~gga’ll walk down on you like he ybn
a hundred~fifty bands in this car, it’s me and yn
my oldhead showed me a brick looked like a white benz
i swear to god, i made a lot of money with my white friends
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
high as f~ck in the club, the ps got me flippin’ out
a random n~gga dropped a five, i punched him in his f~ckin’ mouth
lil’ bro campin’ the car, so we hittin’ it when they runnin’ out
like they tryna hug the earth, i made ’em hug the motherf~ckin’ ground
drrt, drrt, i put that switchy on him
i made him p~ss hisself like he had a weak~ass kidney on him
like i got a n~gga daddy with me, i got a f~ckin’ fifty on me
leave this b~tch smokin’ like i got a f~ckin’ chimney on me

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
you better duck your taco, i’ll put some loaf on it
all my friends is rich, all you hangin’ ’round is broke homies
what’s~his~name pack hittin’ hard, we put dope on it
dog tried to drop his first chain and went broke on it
real beecher n~gga, i’ll throw fives in your f~ckin’ face
like i’m signed to sada baby, i’m a f~ckin’ ape
we just dropped a six in the pop, i ain’t f~ckin’ ate
bro f~cked your b~tch before you, you so f~ckin’ late

[chorus: krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
these n~ggas p~ssy, they do not be on anything
(don’t be on sh~t, they don’t be on nothin’)
hit him with that whoop~whoop, left his ass sh~t stained
hit him with that brrt~brrt, left his ass sh~t stained
hit him with that brrt~brrt, left his ass sh~t stained
who want smoke? shoot your thing
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
my n~ggas puttin’ belt to ass like they pootie tang
i know n~ggas sellin’ white bricks like they gucci mane
how the f~ck you drop a diss song and ain’t did a thing?
you ain’t never had fifty bands, you so f~ckin’ lame
put an army on your ass like i’m major payne
n~ggas wearin’ fake cartiers, their sh~t ain’t the same
i told bro don’t walk down on dog, ’cause he’s a no~name
my project n~ggas throwin’ fours like they rocaine

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i’m wearin’ all black in the club, where you find me at?
i done snuck a mac in the club way in pontiac
make sure that b~tch get broke, where brazy johnny at?
i’m droppin’ change, dumpin’ this hundred like it’s a laundromat
is it beef, or do you want a rap competition?
i’m russell westbrook for the thunder, boy, don’t ask how i’m livin’
i’m on the road with switchy, they done caught me down and i was trippin’
i don’t kiss or tell or talk to n~ggas, i don’t know no b~tches

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