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letra de the goat - ysr gramz

[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)
ysr
i ain’t, ah, man, i’m actin’ stupid now, i ain’t humble no more, f-ck up

[verse]
this b-tch a munch, she like to eat the weed up (she light the f-ckin’ weed up)
big-ass fn on my hip, i can’t pull my jeans up (i can’t)
they can’t beat us, we’ll make them lil’ n-ggas team up
up a bl!ck on that n-gga, watch his ass freeze up (yeah)
even my niece and nephews got they f-ckin’ b’s up (yop)
he don’t f-ck with real drank, all that n-gga drink is cut (he drink cut)
i don’t beef, but i’ll put a lil’ n-gga in a blunt
a n-gga do somethin’ to me, i’m sendin’ n-ggas on a hunt (i’m sendin’ n-ggas, yeah)
hooty-hoo, you’ll get that b-tch back, but that b-tch goin’ (that b-tch goin’)
don’t stop for the cops, n-gga, keep goin’ (what the f-ck you doin’?)
i’m on the stage, this b-tch in the crowd got her tits showin’ (the f-ck?)
couldn’t take my n-ggas out the f-ckin’ hood, he got his bl!ck showin’ (what the f-ck?)
stop rockin’ timbs in the winter, go get some rick owens (better go get some)
i heard a n-gga say he don’t like me, i’ma sh-t on him (i’ma sh-t on him)
if i hit you with them ‘bows, is you gon’ sit on ’em? (don’t sit on them b-tches, n-gga)
talkin’ ’bout he seen his opp in the club, you should’ve spit on him (yop)
i ain’t never had a plug, but i been runnin’ through them bags (yeah)
boy, you a b-tch, i heard you ran with your mac (get the f-ck on)
i been trappin’ all day, i’m finna go take my son a bath
think i’m finna hit the road, i’m finna run it up with chad (free that n-gga)
it’s hard to calm my lil’ brother down, he act just like my dad
ain’t no b-tches over here, we ain’t p-ssy, we put belt to ass (we put belt to ass)
f-ck a backwood, smoke that n-gga like a f-ckin’ jag’ (sh-t)
was gon’ f-ck your lil’ b-tch, she gave me head ’cause she was on the rag (sh-t)
if the p-ssy good when i f-ck, i ain’t gon’ never last (ahh)
like no ammo in your gun, you ain’t gon’ never blast
fat black n-gga, i get fresh like that n-gga fab (i get fresh as f-ck)
a real trap n-gga, on my mama, i just love to rap (i just rap)
me and ysr loski brim, we just love to trap (we been trappin’)
i used to put b-lls on these n-ggas, now i don’t f-ckin’ scr-p (i used to beat n-ggas)
i heard you got them p’s for the low, where the f-ck you at? (where you at, n-gga?)
drac’ got wood on this b-tch, it’s a lumberjack
[outro]
(ayo, drice, run that sh-t back)
get ’round n-ggas and they f-ckin’ ysr
you hear me?
yung sak runner
yeah

- ysr gramz

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