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letra de box dot com - ysr gramz

[intro]
alabama (enrgy made this one)
you know who started this sh-t, man
you know who started this flow, n-gga
i got n-ggas in alabama rappin’ like—

[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh-t, i started as a trap n-gga
but all around the world, b-tch, i’m known as a rap n-gga
b-tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n-ggas
every n-gga you see me with gon’ zap n-ggas
every n-gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n-ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n-gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

[verse]
sh-t talkin’ takin’ off, sh-t, i told n-ggas
another rap check for 10k, i’m gettin’ cold with it
if you ain’t makin’ money off the bag, hit the road with it
i don’t give a f-ck where we at, i’m bringin’ pole with us
got this pint from my titi, i’m finna pour a four
we finna score on this one n-gga, we finna pick and roll
tender-ass n-gga wanna k!ll ’cause i hit his ho
money conversation with the label, it’s just me and mo
yeah, b-tch, it’s just me and reece
this n-gga got a lot of jewelry on, but his sh-t cheese
n-ggas gotta thank ysr and thank peezy
b-tch, i feel like john cena, n-ggas can’t see me
i’m a beecher n-gga, on my mama, n-ggas can’t beat us
fly my n-ggas out and have your b-tch cook a steak for heaters
d-mn, i just dropped ashes in my f-ckin’ pop
you always askin’ questions, lil’ b-tch, is you a f-ckin’ cop?
i ain’t tryna hear, is you gon’ let a n-gga f-ck or not?
i’ma back door them n-ggas that’s tryna plot
soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon’ f-ckin’ flop
have a dyk- beat your ass, i’ll call up tot
you just a hatin’-ass n-gga, you is not my opp
a n-gga link in the stu’ with me, he gettin’ his ass boxed
yeah, b-tch, i call that sh-t box.com
pull up to a n-gga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
how is you a shooter? you hangin’ with the n-gga that dropped the dime
if they ain’t f-ckin’ with your music, it is not your time
i’ll have my n-gga slide on you, he look like sideshow bob
i put money over b-tches, i’m with the f-ckin’ mob
the sh-t i made off of rap, i’m like, “f-ck a job”
if you throw me in the jungle, i’ma beat the odds
if we agree to put the guns down, i’ll beat my opps
[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh-t, i started as a trap n-gga
but all around the world, b-tch, i’m known as a rap n-gga
b-tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n-ggas
every n-gga you see me with gon’ zap n-ggas
every n-gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n-ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n-gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

- ysr gramz

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