Mass Destruction lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife (KrispyLife!)
(It's with a K, dumbass)
Hold on, Tank
Aye Gramz, you ready?
YSR sh*t, huh?

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Me and Gramz, like TJ and Mad Max
n*ggas can't get a feature, without a hood fax
If Rico was my homie, would've left dawg in a [?]
I just hit this b*tch and never called back

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Block ain't tryna shoot no videos, I'm finna call Zack
Take a n*gga head and beat it in with a ball bat
b*tch, you ain't Nickelodeon, you ain't All That
I'm in a middle of a play, you gotta call back

[Verse 3: Eightball Tank]
Put my lil n*gga on your head, like a bald cap
Let the K ring, it pick you up, you can't call back
See that n*gga out and we gon' put him on a broadcast
Slide down and fill him up with lead, we gave him all tatts

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
My uncle came up off the dope game, he a wrist popper
Your b*tch a sl*t, she a di*k slopper
Heard every rapper hit your b*tch, can't even sit by her
My b*tch a gangsta, you know she keep a stick by her
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I talk brazy on these beats, I'm a sh*t talker
Drop a n*gga with this Draco and I just bought it
He ain't Blueface, the Glock got him crip walkin'
Put my wrist in that whip, like I'm Vince Carter

[Verse 6: Eightball Tank]
Drop 100 shots on their whip and knock the tint off it
Or I can put the Glock to his chest and knock the lint off him
Bro be movin' weight, you would think he in that b*tch joggin'
Drop a n*gga while he got his heat and take his stick off him

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Thought I was f*cked up, until I sold another pistol
I'll bust this b*tch and knock you out the solar system
Tank dropped 50 on him, he too busy fightin' with him
Yeah, I let dawg drive, he had a license with him

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
Kidd, don't pop that n*gga, he got his wifey with him
Get up on him close range, headshot, [?] him with it
You the only n*gga with a gun, you got ISIS with you
Four K's on Lebeau Street, brought ISIS with me

[Verse 9: Eightball Tank]
Wrap a n*gga, put him in a box, bro, grab a ribbon
b*tch said she want breakfast in bed, sleep inside the kitchen
n*gga said he want beef with Tank, you better [?]
See that n*gga out and start blowin', like I had a whistle
[Verse 10: KrispyLife Kidd]
Drac' hangin' from my neck, like a Fanny pack
f*cked up in the head, kidnap your mama, get your family back
Ran up a couple thousand and all I do is rap
f*cked your b*tch for 30 seconds, in the trap