Young Goat sh*t lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Enrgy Beats)
(It's with a K, dumbass)
n*ggas know not to play with me or they gon' pay in flesh

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
n*ggas know not to play with me or they gon' pay in flesh
Aimed for his head, but I missed, I hit him in the neck
n*ggas act like b*tches, yeah, I'm 'bout to buy boy a dress
f*ck a smack, I'm 'bout to punch that b*tch with my fist

[Verse 2: Baglife Tee]
Before I buy a zip, I ask a n*gga, "What the f*ck is this?"
Before I f*ck a b*tch, you know I gotta get the f*ckin' neck
Big Blood, don't say my name if it ain't with respect
I'll drop a hundred shells, n*gga, and say f*ck a vest

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Boy, you a lil'-ass n*gga, say it with your chest
n*ggas goin' live on the 'Gram with a jammed TEC
Dog pulled up with some regs, n*gga, what the heck?
Got a forty sale, another hundred headed to the 'jects

[Verse 4: K-Trip]
Might pull up in the newest Jeep or the newest 'Vette
I'll blow a n*gga out the game quick like a ref
I don't want no jeans, b*tch, I'm trappin' in a Nike Tech
Bust this Drac' like a freak b*tch and leave you f*ckin' wet
[Verse 5: Six Ward Von & KrispyLife Kidd]
I just f*cked a b*tch and heard brodie yell, "Next"
You woke up mad, boy, don't get your ass on bedrest
Bro just hit a lick on five 'bows and they still wet
Done did some f*cked-up sh*t and I'm still blessed (Move, Von)

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll slide down your block and do your hood like Hitler
I got shooters on my team, '07 Memphis
When I met a b*tch, I tell that ho my name Dennis
'Cause I'ma steal out her purse after I'm done hittin'

[Verse 7: Baglife Tee]
I'm a f*cked-up-ass n*gga, I be servin' Christians
Before I ever write a statement, I'll do the dishes
My head f*cked up, I been seein' different b*tches
Called the b*tch Lauren, the b*tch real name was Brittney

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
'Bout to use the Greyhound bus back to Mississippi
My cousin called sayin' them quarters goin' for one-fifty
He tried to run from this K, must think he Ricky
Three bands in my pants, but I got on di*kies

[Verse 9: K-Trip]
Big .40 cal tucked, so don't play with me
I be in them stores f*ckin' up so many giffies
Would you risk your life for it? It can get risky
Cars and bugs in this b*tch, damn, the narcs flicked me
[Verse 10: Six Ward Von]
Move, Kidd, you walked past this b*tch flinchin'
Tee just bought a VLONE shirt, he can't even fit it
My nephew done found the K, he can't even lift it
My dog took 22 way before the snippet

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
Driveway bought an ugly-ass dog for a thousand dollars
I sold weed and played sports, you can ask my mama
I'm always sick, you can ask my doctor
But thanks to him, my pops look like some apple cider

[Verse 12: KTrip]
I just had to hit my n*gga b*tch, but he don't even know it
I was just in Chips with ten bands, I ain't even show it
Why they let that n*gga hold the heat and he won't even blow it?
It ain't 'bout no pledge or gettin' money, I ain't even goin'
Spent a band on some kicks, I can't run in 'em
Bro don't give a f*ck if he in church, he got his gun with him
Bought some fake chains and got the nerve to put your son in 'em
n*ggas broke, keep a gun, but ain't no funds with 'em