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letra de 200$ pop - ysr gramz

[intro: ysr gramz]
i be up gettin’ to this money like i can’t sleep
i be up gettin’ to this money like i—
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i be up gettin’ to this money like i hate sleep
i just bought an eight of green lean from my auntie
if you start sh-t talkin’ like us, maybe you can make it
you wanna know if the pill real as h-ll? try to break it
he got a gun on him, my n-gga tryna slime him for his drakey
it’s like they love fake lean, i’m finna buy some cases
it’s a switchy on this glizzy, hit the trigger, it ain’t got no safety
this a gta glock, hit his ass, now his ass wasted
i’m a black n-gga, love a lightskinned b-tch with some braces
this a two-hundred-dollar pop, n-gga, you can’t taste it
i got chrome heart on, b-tch, you can’t break it
you knew that b-tch p-ssy stank, but you still ate it
i’ll pick rubi rose over jayda wayda
it’s a scope on arp, i ain’t gotta chase ’em
bro’ll walk your ass down like that n-gga jason
you either gon’ let me f-ck or not, i don’t do relations
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
man, these n-ggas take shots from the 40 without no chaser
the boys seen the ’cat up on the charger, so they is not gon’ chase it
six-two with a supercharger, this is not no basic
slide on a n-gga with revolver, they is not gon’ trace it
bro, he ain’t dead, somebody shot him
thot b-tches gave grim some head off a bottle
we ridin’ in the car with more switches than your mama
pull up loc dog with all sticks up in the truck like, “do we have a problem?”
f-cked the first night without a rubber, i usually have a condom
ayy, tell me why i just popped this n-gga, wait, who you got around you?
hittin’ targets with no mask on ’cause i’m an out-of-towner
n-ggas swear they really in the field, but they some out-of-bounders

[verse 3: grindhard e]
my b-tch be trippin’ even if i— alright
my b-tch be trippin’ even if i’m with her or i’m not around her
i knew as a kid i’d be bad playin’ cops and robbers
you can come and spend some money with me, i am not gon’ rob you
almost caught a b-tch n-gga trippin’ tryna change his tires
mad he was gone when i came back, i had to change the tire
n-gga ask the prices on the drank, had to change the buyer
rite-aid ain’t have the right syrup, had to change to meijer
thought this lil’ chick had her license, had to change the driver
smoked a zip and poured an eight, got me cottonmouth
n-ggas talk, but ain’t gon’ do sh-t, just got a lot of mouth
if they pop they p-ssy in the window, throw her out, that mean that they ain’t got no house
f-cked a b-tch, she ate d-ck all day, you had to take her out
d-mn, and i heard you ate her out
just got a pint, we just poured two fours, it’s like an eight around
n-gga blowin’ up my phone, i told him, “i’ll give you extra if you wait around”
went and hit a l!ck, kicked the door and caught ’em slippin’, they was layin’ down

- ysr gramz

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