SpineBreaker (feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

(313 Mafia)

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KrispyLife, ****

The fuck goin' on?

Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off shots, these— ashtray, alright, huh, huh

Fah-fah, I'm lettin' off— okay

Shit

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

****, I make forty— alright

****, 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

How the fuck you tryna rap with no fanbase?

Have my young **** knock you off for a crab cake

Blast five racks and she fuck, that was fast bait

Inshallah, God willing, that tat straight

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 **** two pounds and a bag of shake

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

My **** got a strap in his pants, you let a dyke in

I rap and sell weed to all my white fans

My **** tryna hit the road, who got a license?

I got a bitch that wanna drive for me, but she lightskinned

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

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?

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

I just slid down with the switch and shot five folks

I just bought a brand-new Drac', it's 5'4"

****, 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

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