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letra de 48458 - ysr gramz

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
so many tools in this b-tch, n-gga, handy mandy
bro a demon with his glock, he’ll probably pop your granny
n-gga, you ain’t never pop sh-t, but a f-ckin’ xanny
put these phones in your name, we gon’ take ’em to ramsey
i ain’t never had sh-t, why i’m actin’ fancy?
you don’t even got more money than my uncle danny
10 bands, all dubs on me, think i need a f-nny
n-gga tried one of my n-ggas, got his ass cancelled

[verse 2: dee rich]
i’ma keep on rappin’, til i get a deal
but if i don’t, i’ma still have a bag to sell
them b-tches comin’ in a tope, with a loud smell
bro introduced me to the, i was glad as h-ll
bro got 4 or 5 r’s and they hold 60
i’m quick to leave a p-ssy n-gga like he ain’t come with me
drop 50, keep 50, brought a hun’ with me
free cannon everyday, he kept a drum with him

[verse 3: driveway baby]
if we got a problem, know you can come and fix it
ar and the micro drac’, it look like a midget
we some wolves in the jungle, we’ll get vicious
knot balled in my amiri’s, it look like a biscuit
driver got deducted, he went over the speed limit
b-tch, i’m locked and loaded, i gotta stay on my pivot
takin’ chances continue, how many times i risked it
i’m a hardhead ass n-gga, i ain’t never listened
[verse 4: ysr loski]
pulled up on lebeau play, this sh-t lookin’ iffy
and i bought some real pink runtz with a blank giffy
shoot a n-gga so many times, til i seem stiffy
we chargin’ extra for the eighthy, [?]
we ain’t all gotta be strapped, ’cause i got 50
he just rerocked a pint, it’s thicker than jiffy
leave your head in your lap, i think we all hit him
you can tell my n-gga shinin’ like a bald n-gga

[verse 5: ysr pitt]
you rolled a skimpy ass ‘wood, see that n-gga dizzy
like we won a championship game, my n-gga help me [?]
sick this b-tch don’t never want no money, just wanna drink some liquor
sick this b-tch keep makin’ me miss plays, i’m finna have to k!ll her
this n-gga lyin’ in his rap, he ain’t no drug dealer
better hope somebody come and sign him, before the slugs get him
no, we ain’t f-ckin’ on the bed, we on the rug with it
better be careful who you with, my brodie plug n-ggas

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
your brother ain’t sh-t, my brother a drug dealer
no, she cannot stay a night, ’cause she love stealin’
y’all n-ggas g-y as h-ll, man, i love women
why these n-ggas always snitchin’, n-gga, mind your business
n-gga send it to my crib, n-gga, you can mail it
oh, you got some white runtz? n-gga, let me smell it
oh, you grow a lot of weed? you should let me sell it
a.i. of this rap scene, n-gga, come and check me

- ysr gramz

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