Promoting Violence lyrics

(Kri-Kri-KrispyLife)
(Come on, P)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Yung Sak Runner
Kidd, I'm- Kidd, I'm finna finesse this n*gga, let's play monkey in the middle
FN or the Drac', send that n*gga to the 'spital
Brodie f*cking with that dawg, I heard he got a lotta kennels
Had to go and get a bag, got the f*ck up out my figure

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Even wit' a shovel, n*gga, I cannot dig 'em
Chop' left a fat ass n*gga with a chunk missin'
I f*cked yo' b*tch and I left her in her feelings
You hold my n*gga cheese, we ain't gone forget it

[Verse 3: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
GlockBoyz, n*gga
Naw, we ain't gon' forget it, n*gga
Call the chopstick Mike Tyson, the way it hit a n*gga
He think he a hunnid-fifty round drum'll split a n*gga
Used to be a Blood, but the .45 Crippin' n*ggas

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
[?] just here fasho, f*ck help from n*ggas
Please let the opps in, God help these n*ggas
Tezz, let me see the Glock, my eye twitchin'
I'm 'bout to use this b*tch, I'm a Glockboy with it
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I stumped dawg in his stomach, til' that n*gga sh*tted
I'm 'bout to spend dawg block but I'm not no fidget
I be all in girly mouth, but I'm not no dentist
Back in high school, I sold eighths so I got suspended

[Verse 6: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Hunnid round drum, it shoot for ten minutes
Brodie flying in the scat pack, he got ten tickets
I need a real b*tch, Jada Pinket
He weigh three-hunnid pounds, but the 7.62 can lift him

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
f*ck yo' music, beat his ass with the mic stand
Gramz screamin' f*ck that n*gga up, this my hype man
Seen a n*gga get shot 'cause he got in a fight stance
Bunch of Internet thugs, go ahead and type, then

[Verse 8: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
My hoes beefin', go ahead and fight, then
b*tch said she hate n*ggas, go and be a dyke, then
Her water overflow when I put the pipe in
I need a black b*tch 'cause my last one was lightskin

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a f*ck about you, n*gga, f*ck yo' cousins
Give a f*ck if you don't like me, I'll f*ck yo' sister
Drop 21 on yo' team like I'm Jimmy Butler
This weed loud as hell, like your car, I think it need a muffler
[Verse 10: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
These blues hot as hell, think I need a stuffer
I'll buy a b*tch some Ferragamo, I'll never cuff her
I be cuttin' into n*ggas like a stick of butter
Glock black and white, ain't got no color

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll slap yo' b*tch in her sh*t over somethin' you said
At yo' BM crib, throwing fruit snacks at yo' son head
Filled his sippy cup up with lean, told him go to bed
Soon as that n*gga went to sleep, yo' b*tch gave me head

[Verse 12: YSR Gramz]
This Glock got extentions on the end, like a n*gga dreads
My n*gga Driveway Baby 'bout to beat the feds
Hit a n*gga dead in his sh*t, like that n*gga Craig
I coulda' said "wit' a brick," but I don't rap 'bout that

[Verse 13: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
I'm finna go to Hollywood, but I don't act like that
Dawg cappin' in his songs, I don't rap like that
I'm finna start a clothing line: 'f*ck All Opps'
I don't gotta start a record label to get y'all dropped, n*gga

(Come on, P)