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letra de ysr the label - ysr loski

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

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i don’t let my n-ggas outside, they be trigger-happy
i think these n-ggas drunk as h-ll, they off natty daddys
i just wanna f-ck your b-tch ’cause she got a fatty
oh, you want smoke with gang? n-gga, drop your addy
white boy up all night ’cause he off an addy
my n-gga got dog food for sale, he be sellin’ sh-ggy
he got designer on, don’t know how to wear it ’cause that n-gga chatty
i can’t wait to catch him outside drivin’ in that caddy
yop, that old-ass vehicle
old as h-ll, flashin’ 5k, his old ass pitiful
them cheap bullets in your gun gon’ leave a n-gga critical
my n-gga rappin’, hope he blow up ’cause my n-gga lyrical
if you live from these five-sevens, thеn that’s a miracle
i want a b-tch from the hood just like miraclе
five-sevens put holes in ’em just like a cheerio
my n-gga got five bodies on him, that n-gga serial
i’ll hit you with them ’bows if you really serious
is you really plugged in? n-gga, i’m just curious
told that b-tch give me head ’cause she on her period
i don’t even wanna f-ck her, she got bacteria
[verse 2]
drop your pants if it’s smoke, i’m finna pull down
get a n-gga picked off while i’m out of town
bullet hit him in his head, make him spin around
when you hear them fast dudes, you better hit the ground
can’t believe you cuffed her, she a get-around
i need my money right now, i can’t sit around
you be actin’ like you hard when it’s hoes around
naw, we don’t sell dope, b-tch, it’s ‘bows around
my favorite opp just died, i’m finna smoke him now
got me high as h-ll, i ain’t gon’ lie, i had to put him down
bullet hit him in his stomach, now he sh-ttin’ now
we just got the drop on the opps, we finna blitz ’em now

[verse 3]
i just chased a n-gga ass down with the drac’, made him kiss the ground
full-body ar-15, this b-tch longer than 7 mile
i done ran through a whole ‘bow, but this a different pound
n-ggas always runnin’ they mouth, i’m finna zip it now
know i’m blood gang, but i keep a couple crips around
paralyzed a n-gga, he got hit from the hip straight down
don’t be speedin’ on my block, you gon’ get your f-ckin’ whip sprayed down
run in a n-gga spot, everybody in the crib lay down

[verse 4]
broad day face card a n-gga with a hundred rounds
chase a n-gga down with this k, i got fully rounds
i just stuffed a b-tch with a load, need an ultrasound
i just took a green-ass route, the one you hit is brown
i done seen every bullet hit him, got tracer rounds
drac’ with supresser get to bustin’, won’t make a sound
hit a n-gga block with a fully, it’s a crazy sound
hit a n-gga crib with .308s, finna shake the town

- ysr loski

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