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letra de gucci hat - ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro: ysr gramz]
(d-mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, n-gga (enrgy made this one)
they been couldn’t f-ck with us since krispylife, since 2015 (yeah, n-gga)
n-ggas still broke (ysr sh-t)
n-ggas hoes, they can’t f-ck with us (yung sak runner)
we been f-ckin’ they b-tches, that’s that sak runner sh-t, man

[chorus: ysr gramz]
n-ggas sellin’ bullsh-t, bring cookie back (bring cookie back)
smoked a ‘wood out the pound, i just took it back (i just took it back)
i swear to god, if you play with gang, you gon’ get whacked (fap, fap, fap)
this a forty-band roll, i never sold crack (n-ggas never did)
faded a n-gga for a band, he just threw a cr-p (fade who?)
speak on me, you ever seen a rap n-gga get his ass smacked? (i be smackin’ n-ggas)
you ever madе a mixtape? why you in the trap? (why you in the trap?)
you еver f-cked a bag up, you ain’t make it back? (yeah, i did that)

[verse: ysr gramz]
they gon’ send fifty at you, boy, you better not lack
he actin’ tough with that bl!ck, that sh-t just an act (that sh-t just an act)
i was mumblin’ in the booth, i ain’t wanna rap (i ain’t wanna rap)
thought that n-gga was smokin’ ‘za, but it’s just a black (it’s a black & mild)
b-tch, i get rap money, but i still trap (i get rap money)
two hundred thousand off of rap, b-tch, that’s a fact (i get rap money)
these n-ggas rats around this b-tch, settin’ b00by traps (you a rat, n-gga)
this b-tch got a bbl, got her booty sn-tched (got her booty sn-tched)
f-ck around and give that b-tch a band for her coochie cat (give her a band for it)
fresh as h-ll, slidin’ on n-ggas in a gucci hat (in a gucci hat)
i’ll put some money on your head like a gucci hat (like a gucci hat)
’05, ’06, bring gucci back (bring gucci back)
my young n-ggas catchin’ bodies for me, i think i’m boosie bad (think i’m boosie bad)
f-ck around, post fifty thousand, make my opps mad (broke-ass n-ggas)
they found out you was a rat, i know your pops mad (with your rat ass)
i probably spent ten bands buyin’ sandwich-bag (no cap, n-gga)
you had a gun and still ran with your scary ass (old scary ass)
doin’ a hundred down dort, me and lil’ chad (me and lil’ chad)
she an eight in the face, she a lil’ bad (she a lil’ barbie)
you sellin’ out a qp, that’s a lil’ bag (that’s a lil’-ass bag)
you be cappin’ in your raps with your lyin’ ass (with your lyin’ ass)
you let n-ggas f-ck for money with your fine ass (with your fine ass)
i get caught with the bag, i make bond fast (i make bond fast)
my son got a rich dad like bronny ass (like lil’ bronny ass, yeah, n-gga)
[chorus: ysr gramz]
n-ggas sellin’ bullsh-t, bring cookie back
smoked a ‘wood out the pound, i just took it back
i swear to god, if you play with gang, you gon’ get whacked
this a forty-band roll, i never sold crack
faded a n-gga for a band, he just threw a cr-p
speak on me, you ever seen a rap n-gga get his ass smacked?
you ever made a mixtape? why you in the trap?
you ever f-cked a bag up, you ain’t make it back?

- ysr gramz enrgy beats

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