ysr gramz & krispylife kidd - in & out lyrics
[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
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