Young Heavyweights

Album cover art for "Young Heavyweights" by Baglife Tee & KrispyLife Kidd

Baglife Tee & KrispyLife Kidd - Rap, USA

Young Heavyweights

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[Verse 1: BagLife T] Boy, you broke, you need to find your ass a new wave Stuck in these streets, I need to find my ass another way I've been getting paid, too much pape for a fucking safe If I buy a zip, it's gon be gone by the next day We don't smoke no ace, pussy nigga, put that shit away Four grams in the wood, had me sleeping til the next day We been getting paid, pussy nigga, where your next pay? I can [?] next day [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] KrispyLife Beat a nigga ass, he ain't gotta ohe me shit I'm up now, [?] six Smoked a nigga, 'cause he was pillow talking to a bitch 80 plus leave my shit, if I ever snitch My niggas trippin through this bitch, ain't no chill My nigga, keep your pint, 'cause it ain't no seel That bitch ask for some [?], she can't bе for real I got the head off that bitch, I ain't buy a mеal [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Eh I ain't got no deal My nigga slide sober, he don't pop no pills My niggas half retarded, they'll pop your kids I ain't mean to say that, but they out they shit Fuck your bitch on camera, make you hate your bitch Fuck the rap game, a hundred boes what's gon' make me rich I'll have my lil nigga snatch you out your fit We finna head down that way with white girl brick [Verse 4: Baglife T] Eh This some different shit A hundred grams on the table, nigga, ain't no [?] here And if you got a couple lines, nigga, you could bring them here Boy, I'm sipping green and red, this ain't no fucking beer Nigga, I've been trippin all year, I ain't ust starting here Call up Ken and Quay, I bet it'll be a party there Called a bunch of bitches up, and pulled up to a boxing match I told him not to do it, but this nigga kid temper bad [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] We should hang you from a tree, with your snitching ass Niggas always talking what they did or what they had Yeah, I fuck with Baglife, come get a bag Up a gun and don't shoot, man, this nigga lag Always worried 'bout another nigga, nigga, you a fag Fresh as hell in Off White, man, I feel like Fab My package ain't [?] yet, I'm finna hit the slab I'm finna pull off in the scat, like a fucking scab

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Credits

Writers
  • Baglife Tee
  • YSR Gramz
  • KrispyLife Kidd