Correction Lyrics Enrgy, Pt. 2 by YSR Gramz

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(It's with a K, dumba**)
KrispyLife! (I got so much Enrgy)

Me and my b*t*h be gettin'?into?it, I'ma keep?on trying
N***as got it laxed through?this b*t*h, or they gon' keep on dying
B*t*h pu**y wet,?I'ma?keep?on diving
Yeah, I?seen dawg body?fall, but I'ma keep on driving
My b*t*h wanna trust me, but I'ma keep on lying
Dawg know his raps cap, but he keep on typing
My n***a went OT, and he swiped a Meijer
My n***a pieces hit, he could've punched a lion

I just bought a lot of weed, I need to find a buyer
Dee Rich, pat this n***a down, I think he wearing a wire
Last time I was in the stu', I set the booth on fire
Brodie steady poppin' off on Percs, he can't get no higher
Me and my n***a tight as hell like 10-4 pliers
Why the f**k you got a gun if you can't hit your target?
I'm high as hell in the booth, I think I need some water
A n***a touch me, he gon' die, he better get a charger

Your best bet to keep your hands to yourself
Popped dawg in front of everybody, I'll just hold myself
Before I get my checks up, b*t*h, I'll K myself
My pockets fat as hell, I gotta weigh myself
Lamb chops, steak bites, and Martinis
Mexican b*t*h, [?] named Martini
Let's take the rap money, buy bowls, I'm a genius
Let the roll hang out, b*t*h say I'm teasing
No, Kidd, chill the f**k out, you lame as hell
I took my rap money and bought bowls, I just saved myself
This ain't WWE, you can't take my belt
I had to take the gun from my n***a, almost K'd hisself
His baby mama keep putting him out, I know he hate hisself
I just bought a pound from whatshisname, it's only 8 more left
Huh, I be trappin' trappin'
Shot the Draco with one arm, got me walking backwards
20 bands in a n***a hand, look like a stack of crackers
Your team letting you down, you Matt Stafford
N***a, I got my own back, I'm a backscratcher
You know you can't trust none of these n***as, they'll backstab you

I'll make it so your family all crying and light candles
I'll leave your sh*t open, like you wearing sandals
N***as ain't got no fiends, they just hand out samples
These n***as, these n***as a**-backwards
I'll clean a n***a sh*t up, I'm shooting Detergent
I don't remember you being street, y'all n***as was j*rking
I ain't heard a n***a say sh*t, really purpin'
Made your b*t*h have a miscarriage, did it on purpose
Ain't had a job in 3 years, best believe I'm working
Pop dawg in his sh*t, yep, closed curtains
In a n***a bushes, like I'm lurking
Make a n***a wivel like he hit a speed bump
This b*t*h I'm shooting, big, look like a tree stump
Give me 50 fee, before I tell my n***as "Eat somethin'"
Top longer than a t-shirt, on T-Money
I can do this sh*t for free, b*t*h, I need money
Durag with the braids, lookin' like I need money
If I let a n***a slide, it's cause he paid money
If I see a pig fly, you ain't gotta pay me nothin'
Me and Gramz 'bout to beef, I just f**ked his cousin
And that b*t*h better not say nothing
KrispyLife, YSR sh*t, dumba** n***as
I need Enrgy, snitchin' that's a penalty, dumba**

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