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lirik lagu who at the door – krispylife kidd

[intro: krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
yeah, n*gga
we on that one tip, b*tch
krispylife, ysr sh*t, dumbass n*gga (yung sak runner)
look
ysr sh*t

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
just came back from bally with like nine of ’em
drove them b*tches all the way, we ain’t fly nothin’
like your shoes got all the grip, you ain’t slide nothin’
i’m really doin’ the sh*t you rappin’, i ain’t tryin’ nothin’
make a b*tch get nasty, shake that ass on a handstand
i don’t sweat until [?] or i see a raid van
run down on a blood, you must be a brave man
if it’s just me, i got my glock and this b*tch’ll shave ten

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i be packin’, vacuum*sealin’ ‘bows at the days inn
i ain’t doin’ shows at your club unless the k’s in
you ain’t did sh*t for your dog, but you call him twin
i paid twelve hundred for this bl!ck, this an f&n
my young n*gga’ll walk down on you like he ybn
a hundred*fifty bands in this car, it’s me and yn
my oldhead showed me a brick looked like a white benz
i swear to god, i made a lot of money with my white friends
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
high as f*ck in the club, the ps got me flippin’ out
a random n*gga dropped a five, i punched him in his f*ckin’ mouth
lil’ bro campin’ the car, so we hittin’ it when they runnin’ out
like they tryna hug the earth, i made ’em hug the motherf*ckin’ ground
drrt, drrt, i put that switchy on him
i made him p*ss hisself like he had a weak*ass kidney on him
like i got a n*gga daddy with me, i got a f*ckin’ fifty on me
leave this b*tch smokin’ like i got a f*ckin’ chimney on me

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
you better duck your taco, i’ll put some loaf on it
all my friends is rich, all you hangin’ ’round is broke homies
what’s*his*name pack hittin’ hard, we put dope on it
dog tried to drop his first chain and went broke on it
real beecher n*gga, i’ll throw fives in your f*ckin’ face
like i’m signed to sada baby, i’m a f*ckin’ ape
we just dropped a six in the pop, i ain’t f*ckin’ ate
bro f*cked your b*tch before you, you so f*ckin’ late

[chorus: krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
these n*ggas p*ssy, they do not be on anything
(don’t be on sh*t, they don’t be on nothin’)
hit him with that whoop*whoop, left his ass sh*t stained
hit him with that brrt*brrt, left his ass sh*t stained
hit him with that brrt*brrt, left his ass sh*t stained
who want smoke? shoot your thing
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
my n*ggas puttin’ belt to ass like they pootie tang
i know n*ggas sellin’ white bricks like they gucci mane
how the f*ck you drop a diss song and ain’t did a thing?
you ain’t never had fifty bands, you so f*ckin’ lame
put an army on your ass like i’m major payne
n*ggas wearin’ fake cartiers, their sh*t ain’t the same
i told bro don’t walk down on dog, ’cause he’s a no*name
my project n*ggas throwin’ fours like they rocaine

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i’m wearin’ all black in the club, where you find me at?
i done snuck a mac in the club way in pontiac
make sure that b*tch get broke, where brazy johnny at?
i’m droppin’ change, dumpin’ this hundred like it’s a laundromat
is it beef, or do you want a rap competition?
i’m russell westbrook for the thunder, boy, don’t ask how i’m livin’
i’m on the road with switchy, they done caught me down and i was trippin’
i don’t kiss or tell or talk to n*ggas, i don’t know no b*tches

- krispylife kidd

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