Ryce Kryspi

I snap pop crackle on the beat With the heat get served

Ryce Kryspi

Dropping that vibe I'm gonna Ride with the wave ****

Fuck with me

Tracks bout to take off blazing Violate catch a buck fifty

I snap pop crackle on the beat

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Buck fifty

Ryce Kryspi

(Yea yea yea)

Ryce Kryspi

Uh fuck with me

Cereal killer

Had that look since your school Days picture in your year book

The realest of goons get shot Can't walk now they turned Wheelchair crooks

Come and vibe with a rapper I be Snapping I be yapping that Hardcore street shit

Then I slide in some pussy that's My motivation but I never Pillow talk secrets

These bars that I sleep with

Lyrics they be haunting got a **** sweating blood

On the Track moving fast Forward but demise on my back It be catching up

I be watching preachers

They be speaking

Telling you to drink holy water While they sipping

From a bloody cup

I just smoke weed

Then drink alcohol till my brain Fucked up

Had kin foe hooked up IV

Shit beeping

Like my **** backing up a Dump truck

But we gone rock out drop hits Stack bills

And rise out the lifestyle of a Slumdog

Eat food culinary arts leave the Beef on the plate looking all Burnt and crispy

I snap pop crackle "ha"

Ryce Kryspi

I snap pop crackle on the beat With the heat get served

Ryce Kryspi "ha"

Dropping that vibe I'm gonna Ride with the wave ****

Fuck with me

Tracks bout to take off blazing Violate catch a buck fifty

(Buck fifty)

I snap pop crackle on the beat

"Ha"

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Buck fifty "ha"

Ryce Kryspi

Fuck with me

Can't take the heat in the kitchen Need to get the fuck out now Pass the utensils

I could show you how to spit a Rhyme same time handle the Lead like a number two Pencil

Talking all that shit on the Sidelines you don't even know What the fuck I've been Through

In the game time long even my Moms ain't had a clue what the Fuck I was in to

In the streets affiliated with the Criminal business sponsored by Guns endorsements

Chilling with cold killer go Getters intelligent dope dealers

And poor **** with no sense

Fish bowling riding on a C beat Still couldn't see me

Even with no tints

You ain't never fucked a dime in Your life **** you ain't never Had no tens

But we got bitches sweeter than Some fruity peoples

Running with a group a rebels

Marathon like Nipsy

High never coming down

Feeling like I'm gonna drown

Cause I done took nine shots

Like Fifty

Now who down to do a walk by With me

Now who down to rob a bank Ride with me

I'm gon snap crackle pop on the Beat then eat you for breakfast

Ryce Kryspi

I snap pop crackle on the beat With the heat get served

Ryce Kryspi "ha"

Dropping that vibe I'm gonna Ride with the wave ****

Fuck with me

Tracks bout to take off blazing Violate catch a buck fifty

(Buck fifty)

I snap pop crackle on the beat

"Ha"

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Ryce Kryspi

Buck fifty "ha"

Ryce Kryspi

Fuck with me