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letra de draymond green - ysr gramz

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
my young n-ggas ready to turn a f-ck n-gga to rapper weed
i ain’t tryna hear a n-gga rap, he gon’ cap to me
he ain’t even my motherf-ckin’ son, they tryna act like me
i got a bunch of n-ggas ot tryna rap like me

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
they tryna copy everything i do, they tryna act like e
you better come pape’ in hand, b-tch, i don’t rap for free
i gotta watch my head, got drunk as h-ll and almost cracked a freak
on the eastside with my d n-ggas gettin’ scats for cheap
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
you know i’m finna let this b-tch blow if i rack my heat
you know i live a bag life, that’s why i rap with tee
a n-gga make a rap song ’bout me, i’m sn-tchin’ out his t–th
he heard a beecher n-gga f-cked his b-tch, he smackin’ on his freak
i’ll blow a n-gga’s sh-t out like i’m draymond green
you and your n-ggas ain’t never won sh-t, you on an ass team
this weed i put up in this backwood smell like bad feet
driveway just hit for twenty bands, that was last week

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
and my other n-ggas came back with a thirty, so that’s fifty total
me and gramz cookin’ in the stu’, we got the kitchen open
we let you lil’ n-ggas have a run, now the kitchen closed
be serious, he ain’t really gon’ blow that heat, he got a pistol holster
on mlk, walkin’ to the store, i got my pistol showin’
this rta, you can’t afford this sh-t, i’m havin’ different motion
my lil’ n-gga couldn’t aim the drac’, i had to lift it for him
i just got off the phone with the labels, they had a thick proposal

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
crash dummy-ass lil’ n-gga, i got a l!ck to show you
long live my n-gga skino, i’ma get rich for you
they ain’t tryna let us in the club, we got sticks on us
was f-cked up, started sh-t talkin’, then got rich on ’em
he talkin’ ’bout he don’t f-ck with gang, up bl!ck on him
fresh as h-ll with my bapes on, not rick owens
i’m a sak runner, i’ll sh-t on your big homie
lil’-ass bag, he only got like a zip on him
[verse 6: babyfxce e]
n-gga, how you tryna make some pros off a zip?
flint b-tches easy, you can get some hoes off a fifth
40 bullets built like peezy, catch an opp dozin’ off the trish
catch a n-gga clockin’ into work and blow him off the shift
n-gga, i’ma act how i wanna act, i don’t care who like me
i bought a glock for a reason, n-gga, who fightin’?
man, that n-gga hate my music, but his boo like me
leave him on the ground, his back in blood like he pooh shiesty

[outro]
n-gga
it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce

- ysr gramz

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