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letra de ysr x gba - ysr gramz & ak bandamont

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
f-ck how they feel, n-gga, i don’t give no f-ck
duck, duck, goose, n-gga, i am not no duck
he don’t need no band-aid ’cause that lil’ n-gga ain’t cut
how the f-ck you fall in love? man, that lil’ b-tch, she a sl-t
i just made a n-gga give me 4k for some runtz
an opp just died, we just rolled him in a blunt
i just gave a n-gga backyard, n-gga, i don’t do no fronts
i just paid eight hundred dollars for some dunks
[?] n-gga give me thirty-two hundred for some fake runtz
this lil’ b-tch really think she bad, she got a fake b-tt
i don’t take my n-gga nowhere, he like to take stuff
if i spray this fn, i ain’t paying stuff
if my b-tch cheat on me, then we breakin’ up
we hit that n-gga with some lean, he ain’t wakin’ up
i got some head out your b-tch and y’all makin’ up
i know that n-gga mad as h-ll, he bought an eight of cut
my lil’ n-gga sixteen, he pour eights and up
my n-ggas slide all f-ckin’ day, he don’t take breaks or nothin’
that lil’ p-ssy wasn’t sh-t, i just faked i’m cumin’
i got two sticks on me right now, but i’m not no drummer
i just f-cked this lil’ b-tch, she ain’t even got my number
you made me lose on fanduel, you ain’t got no jumper
you be out here beefin’ and you don’t own no thumper
.308s in this b-tch’ll knock off your bumper
man, i don’t think these n-ggas understand
i got on off-white shoes, man, these b-tches cost a band
i’m out in la with my fans, i just popped a xan
you already got popped once, don’t get popped again
n-gga, you is not my mans, how the opps your friends?
i knew that n-gga was gon’ snitch ’cause the cops his mans
how the f-ck you don’t like my music but your mom my fan?
d-mn, i done did it again
if a b-tch let me hit, i can hit it again
i got aim with this glock, i can hit your chin
i be posted on the block like that n-gga ben
we got glocks, chops, and f&ns, n-gga, play again
if i ever go broke, i can make it again
if the ball in my hand, i’m goin’ for the win
y’all n-ggas broke and f-cked up, i think you need a hand
that lil’ b-tch ain’t bougie, she be drinkin’ gin
a n-gga play with gang, go to war about it
my n-gga made ten in one store, he want more ’bout it
i’m at the college sellin’ drugs, but i ain’t go to college
this lil’ b-tch talk too much, now they know about it
[verse 2: ak bandamont]
i woke up at 6, cashed my rap check, i got a phone deposit
just caught a n-gga walkin’ in the store, i’ma smoke him probably
i almost died off drinkin’ too much lean and had to throw the wocky
and i went to go and f-ck a b-tch all night, now she out her body
just caught a n-gga lackin’ and now he casper, took him out his body
they asked me how i run up all this pape’, b-tch, i’m illuminati
i told her come and sell her soul to gang and get a maserati
send a dumb n-gga to firebomb the opps, that’s a kamikazi
sent a hundred shots and now that n-gga hot, but he is not bobby
i hit his top and that boy ain’t drop, i think god got him
i told my fiend, “don’t do the ice raw”, it’ll frostbite him
you better not answer that call, b-tch, i’m fraud likely
b-tch, i was out breakin’ them laws, b-tch, i’m crime likely
i done made a thousand songs and they all spicy
i done sold this b-tch a poison pill, that’s what i call ivy
i done f-cked a hundred hoes this week, i’m finna call ninety
and now i shoot up sh-t like pooh, i’m finna call shiesty
my b-tch’ll shoot your sh-t up too, that’s what i call fiesty
lil’ n-gga in that school, don’t pass the time in the hall fightin’
before them rts and them new trackhawks, we was all bikin’
and before we got them bikes, we was all hikin’
then we came across a new brick plug, we finna all find him
now i’m in the kitchen finna whip this slab, that’s what i call science
oh, you don’t know about that club? you better call brian
who birthed that site out?
the opps heard ak was in they hood and now the lights out
they caught my youngin on an home invasion, he got strikes now
they caught my other youngin’ on the body, he got life now
they sat him right down
if you ain’t finna shoot that b-tch, then put your pipe down
don’t let ’em geek your head up, you better pipe down
’cause gba’ll whack sh-t for a living, this a lifestyle
and since gba the gang, and the rich buns, this sh-t a lifestyle
i done fell asleep in the traphouse cuttin’ up white brown
come get a tan grit, come here and pick ground
i know you heard dogs bite, but come with me and see a pit smile
told tezz we finna f-ck up the whole states ’til we rich now
i do this sh-t for all my kids, i got a rich child
i put that on my kids, i f-cked his b-tch and she got kicked out
sick i tried to rob this n-gga, only thing he pulled was lint out
i put a bin on a stockx, i need kicks now
[verse 3: gudda tezz]
i got blood on my off-whites, now they red bottoms
i’ll call this n-gga b-tch and get the head out her
watch for n-ggas, when the dts comin’, bring the fed out ’em
it’s gba, f-ck the dea, you n-ggas fed probably
i was playin’ step-dad for a week to get the taxes out her
bet some bands just to get some bands, i’m in the back probably
with a package, probably
spend some bands and you can get some extras, what they say about me?
i be d-gg-n’ hoes, that’s what they say about me
i ain’t goin’ for no f-ck sh-t, that’s what they say about me
gudda tezz, i’m the green goblin, i’ll erase a body
you can make like twenty bands a week, a f-ckin’ bank hobby
i told her, “come submit to me, suck d-ck and make it real sloppy”
told my dog don’t do it like a pro, make sure it’s real sloppy
i just vacuum sealed a hundred pounds, i’m feelin’ real c-cky
this n-gga wanted for a blue strip, quarter emmy, stan [?]
gotta know somebody i know to get the pills off me
popped a n-gga up with half a hun’ and he was still walkin’
this fiend od’d off oxycontins and he was still talkin’
they let me out on bond, and i was still chalkin’
slidin’ down, hoppin’ out the window, now it’s still chalky
the opps got caught lackin’ a dozen times but they still walkin’
trench baby, real young gutted n-ggas hard to find
we don’t come too often, you can say gang way past our time
can’t sh-t past me, eyes behind my head so i’m never blind
already said they couldn’t even break my composure if they break my spine
trap n-gga, i was weighin’ grams while you was makin’ vines
i’m an old n-gga, still’ll hit the road in these 65s
i know a pretty b-tch, her booty flat as h-ll, but she got jiggly thighs
if you steppin’ to the game, ain’t no askin’ why
you better learn the q’s and the p’s fast, and n-gga, don’t you drop a dime
i’m sittin’ in the county smellin’ bacon, bro, ask him why
i think i smell a rat, he had a burger and a fry
i had to call my lawyer, bro, like let me -n-lyze
this sh-t we do be off the muscle, we don’t strategize
even though i’m famous, watch my back ’cause these rappers dyin’
hit the party clutchin’ on my pole while they pat me down
they pulled me over, i was clutchin’ pole, so they sat me down
‘member when i tried to kick the cup and it kicked me down
they tried to give they mans a pick-me-up, but we kicked him down
[outro]
(enrgy made this one)

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