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letra de r2 button - ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[chorus: ysr gramz]
call of duty-ass n-gga ain’t shot sh-t but an r2 b-tton
b-tch started askin’ me for money, i’m finna switch the subject
twenty-one shots out this glock, call it tim duncan
my b-tch mad at me, so today, i just bought her somethin’
i ain’t talkin’ hair, i’m talkin’ weed, i just bought a [?]
i’ma shoot like that n-gga james harden off the f-ckin’ thunder
if she tell you she got a f-ckin’ boyfriend, you can’t get her number
kids think i’m rich in my hood, they ask me for a hundred

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
if you get caught, don’t snitch on your mans, bro, keep it a hundred
another clip taped to the drac’, this b-tch hold a hundred
if i rap about the sh-t, on my mama, n-gga, i done done it
his head f-cked up, he went to court and told the world who done it
i don’t give a f-ck, i get locked, i ain’t sayin’ nothin’
i gave this b-tch two hundred for some head, she a headhunter
n-gga steady cappin’ on a feature, gave him al number
yeah, you shoot your gun, but you don’t make it, javale mcgee jumper
you f-cked up, you ain’t gon’ have no money ’til like next summer
i ain’t gon’ lie, 2020 was my best summer
this a beecher n-gga party, we got the vez jumpin’
he caught a headtap, now it’s fat like a f-ckin’ pumpkin
[chorus: ysr gramz]
call of duty-ass n-gga ain’t shot sh-t but an r2 b-tton
b-tch started askin’ me for money, i’m finna switch the subject
twenty-one shots out this glock, call it tim duncan
my b-tch mad at me, so today, i just bought her somethin’
i ain’t talkin’ hair, i’m talkin’ weed, i just bought a [?]
i’ma shoot like that n-gga james harden off the f-ckin’ thunder
if she tell you she got a f-ckin’ boyfriend, you can’t get her number
kids think i’m rich in my hood, they ask me for a hundred

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
if you know you ain’t never gave me sh-t, don’t ask me nothin’
i know we cool right now, but back in school, i smacked her brother
quit givin’ rat hoes your cheese and stack your money
i remember i wasn’t makin’ sh-t, now i rap for money
i know my hands good, ask my hood, i’ll scr-p for money
lil’ n-gga dropped out of school, he wanna whack him somethin’
high as h-ll off this percocet tryna crack somethin’
i knew dog was in a gang ’cause he stacked on me
n-gga ain’t have all the money, so i capped on him
before a n-gga up strap on me, i up strap on him
i ain’t gotta ask tee do he got it, he got strap on him
the weed wasn’t hittin’ like sh-t, i put wax on it

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