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letra de hell is hot - ysr gramz

[intro]
(j, this sh-t too crazy)

[verse]
i’m lookin’ for the best weed out here, let me call trell
f-ck around and move on your street and take all your sales
call my colorado plug, got it through the mail
my pops, he really with the sh-ts, juggin’ through the sales
if you got a hundred, i’ll drive, come far as h-ll
my lil’ n-gga, he be trippin’, he a bar head
four or five ‘bows in this whip make the car smell
how the f-ck you gettin’ money? you can’t pay your bail
if you don’t like the way that i be rappin’, n-gga, go to h-ll
some n-ggas live they best live when they stuck in jail
i know some of y’all wishin’ that i f-ckin’ fail
i know these n-ggas sick as h-ll, ’cause i’m up for real
n-gga, you ain’t no k!ller, why you pop that pill?
if these n-ggas winnin’ in this race, then i’m on they heels
ysr gramz talk crazy, why he ain’t got no deal?
i really know a n-gga’ll k!ll you for a greasy meal
i talk brazy on everything, i ain’t got no chill
brodie runnin’ off with turkey bags like he ain’t got the bill
i don’t wanna talk it out with n-ggas, i ain’t dr. phil
i’m cheap as h-ll with this money, baby, b-tch, i’m dollar bill
brodie probably k!ll one of you n-ggas for a dollar bill
nah, for real, probably an ounce for real
put a b-tch on him, huh, netflix and chill
i know these n-ggas sick as h-ll ’cause i ain’t signed no deal
put a fifty on the glizzy, cost five-fifty
i’ma ride by myself, ain’t gotta slide with me
b-tch basic, so i’m happy i’m her side n-gga
these n-ggas hoes, really scared of these five fingers
i keep a pole by my side like a blind n-gga
flint small, so it ain’t hard to really find n-ggas
i can teach you how to get it, take a ride with me
you don’t really hit the road, you just drive people
smokin’ loud in the whip, make it hard to hear
draco got so much kick, it’ll drop a deer
i be leanin’, h-ll nah, i don’t drink no beer
i don’t listen to these flint rappers, i don’t got no ears
only fear of god, n-gga, i ain’t got no fears
i’ll sell a n-gga my rap career, come buy my lyrics
she just took my soul from me, i ain’t got no spirit
put a potato on the barrel, you is not gon’ hear it
she will not f-ck you like she on her period
i’ma slide on they block like a f-ckin’ terrorist
i paid cheese for these kicks and i barely wear ’em
b-tch, i’m done rappin’, f-ck this

- ysr gramz

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