[Intro]
Enrgy
(Why, why)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Wh-why would I trip about a bitch? We hit all of them
I'ma stack a hundred some blues, 'cause the foreign coming
Bro got some fire ass cookie, I need all of it
Niggas always asking 'bout the prices, never buy nothing
If you got some fire ass weed, I'm tryna buy some off you
Told my bitch I'm out here hustling, think I'm lieing or something
Put a 50 on a Glock, I'll fuck up your function
If I run out of weed, you can call my brother
If my lil bro don't got it, you can call my cousin
This AR hit your whip and knock off your muffler
I talk crazy on these beats, I'm a motherfucker
Me and Kidd ain't even related, that's my blood brother
Why would I trust one of y'all? Bitch, my head fucked up
Why would I go broke now? Bitch, my bread up
Why would you beef with one of us? You wanna be dead or some?
You wanna make a million dollars? Use your head or something
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
(KrispyLife)
Shoo-shootin' and barely hitting anything, you so wasteful
Hit a nigga in his naval, now he need staples
Claimed his weed hit hard, you think he laced it?
[?] P, but I faced it
Don't want your bitch, nah, 'cause she basic
I hit it raw, now these hoes really hating
I was on my knuckles, now it's back to the basics
I don't do refunds, bitch, you should've waited
I hate niggas with a passion, why would I save you?
Could've left your ass blind, why should I pay you?
Just did a hate crime with a knife, I feel like Jason
My niggas move in silence, bitch, like The Masons
Why would I love on a bitch? I'm a player
Why wouldn't I want a flashlight and a laser?
Why would you cross [?] without a waiver?
Call me a printer, how I touch on this paper
Enrgy
(Why, why)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Wh-why would I trip about a bitch? We hit all of them
I'ma stack a hundred some blues, 'cause the foreign coming
Bro got some fire ass cookie, I need all of it
Niggas always asking 'bout the prices, never buy nothing
If you got some fire ass weed, I'm tryna buy some off you
Told my bitch I'm out here hustling, think I'm lieing or something
Put a 50 on a Glock, I'll fuck up your function
If I run out of weed, you can call my brother
If my lil bro don't got it, you can call my cousin
This AR hit your whip and knock off your muffler
I talk crazy on these beats, I'm a motherfucker
Me and Kidd ain't even related, that's my blood brother
Why would I trust one of y'all? Bitch, my head fucked up
Why would I go broke now? Bitch, my bread up
Why would you beef with one of us? You wanna be dead or some?
You wanna make a million dollars? Use your head or something
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
(KrispyLife)
Shoo-shootin' and barely hitting anything, you so wasteful
Hit a nigga in his naval, now he need staples
Claimed his weed hit hard, you think he laced it?
[?] P, but I faced it
Don't want your bitch, nah, 'cause she basic
I hit it raw, now these hoes really hating
I was on my knuckles, now it's back to the basics
I don't do refunds, bitch, you should've waited
I hate niggas with a passion, why would I save you?
Could've left your ass blind, why should I pay you?
Just did a hate crime with a knife, I feel like Jason
My niggas move in silence, bitch, like The Masons
Why would I love on a bitch? I'm a player
Why wouldn't I want a flashlight and a laser?
Why would you cross [?] without a waiver?
Call me a printer, how I touch on this paper
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