Spinebreaker

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (313 Mafia) Watch this KrispyLife, nigga The fuck goin' on? Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off shots, these— ashtray, alright, huh, huh Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off— okay Shit [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Fah-fah, the bullet holes the size of an ashtray I love Smitties, I'll tote a Smitty, you can ask Tre You ain't fuck, but you left with the I-ate-ass face Disrespectful, walk in your crib, kick the ashtray [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] Nigga, I make forty— alright Nigga, I make forty-five hundred on a bad day I was mad, she ain't let me fuck on our last date If I was from Atlanta, I would've shot up Cascade [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] How the fuck you tryna rap with no fanbase? Have my young nigga knock you off for a crab cake Blast five racks and she fuck, that was fast bait Inshallah, God willing, that tat straight [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] I got eighths for twenty-five, this my last day My head really fucked up, I flunked my last grade I throw a hoop to Shotty Dee, I bet the glass break I just sold a nigga two pounds and a bag of shake [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] I'm fucked up in the head, I thought he was in a fight stance Come in my section, beat him with the mic stand My granny a hustler too, she got the Vics in I'm doing everything with my brother like fuck the white man [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] My nigga got a strap in his pants, you let a dyke in I rap and sell weed to all my white fans My niggas tryna hit the road, who got a license? I got a bitch that wanna drive for me, but she lightskinned [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] I got a bitch who wanna fuck, then fight, yeah, she toxic You can have her when I'm done, brodie, she ain't my bitch Brodie name in my phone Butter Fingers 'cause he drop shit Think I work at your local school the way I got a mop stick [Verse 8: YSR Gramz] Ayy, Kidd, you ever had head from a white bitch? I just dropped the black buffalos, fuck white sticks The AR just went off, it got a light switch How the fuck your diamonds don't dance when the light hit? [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] Let me get you pregnant, baby, you a fine ho I can't hang out with dawg no more, 'cause he five-oh Gramz threw all the jewelry on, he tryna blind Boat What I made off features last week could've bought 5 boats [Verse 10: YSR Gramz] I just slid down with the switch and shot five folks I just bought a brand-new Drac', it's 5'4" Nigga, I'll shoot you in your head, where you line go? (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) I ain't lying, bro [Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz] Have my young dog knock you off for some Life Savers Beam on this bitch, look like a lightsaber My lil' cousin bang big Blood, he a five grader Mix green with pop and Gatorade, it's five flavors I sold you a pint, you drunk yours, let's save mine for later I sell all zips, bro, I'm a dime hater Off the E, drinking Wock', bitch, I'm a wine hater FN slam him on his back, it's a sprine— spine breaker