Enrgy YSR Gramz (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd)
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[Intro]
(It's with a K dumbass)
(I got so much Enrgy)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I got Enrgy
Snitchin', that's a penalty
I don't give a fuck about rap, but niggas envy me
I done ran through so many P's, I'm the MVP
Put a flash on my Glock, this bitch LED
I'll beat a rap nigga ass, bring a referee
I'm a Beecher nigga, RIP G, nigga, rest in peace
Nigga never put me on my feet, got it out the streets
I'll pull up to your crib like Uber Eats
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Would've been killed somebody, I'm too dangerous
I can't get caught lackin', I don't be danglin'
Tie your uncle from a tree, and leave his ass danglin'
Me and Quavis really goats, y'all can't speak our language
I'm bout to beat dawg ass, UFC training
Thought I was Picasso, how I keep paintin'
Von said he popped a perc, and then he fainted
Like the shape of a tire, I am not changing
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My lil nigga Zion, he keep catchin' bodies
Always had money, not a job, bitch I'm like Tommy
You gon need 5 million if you tryna sign me
I don't even trust my hood niggas, cause them niggas grimy
(It's with a K dumbass)
(I got so much Enrgy)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I got Enrgy
Snitchin', that's a penalty
I don't give a fuck about rap, but niggas envy me
I done ran through so many P's, I'm the MVP
Put a flash on my Glock, this bitch LED
I'll beat a rap nigga ass, bring a referee
I'm a Beecher nigga, RIP G, nigga, rest in peace
Nigga never put me on my feet, got it out the streets
I'll pull up to your crib like Uber Eats
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Would've been killed somebody, I'm too dangerous
I can't get caught lackin', I don't be danglin'
Tie your uncle from a tree, and leave his ass danglin'
Me and Quavis really goats, y'all can't speak our language
I'm bout to beat dawg ass, UFC training
Thought I was Picasso, how I keep paintin'
Von said he popped a perc, and then he fainted
Like the shape of a tire, I am not changing
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My lil nigga Zion, he keep catchin' bodies
Always had money, not a job, bitch I'm like Tommy
You gon need 5 million if you tryna sign me
I don't even trust my hood niggas, cause them niggas grimy
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