jackman raps & ysr gramz - young sak runners lyrics
young sak runners lyrics
[intro: ysr gramz]
young sack runner
ysr sh+t
[hook: ysr gramz]
n+gga i’m from flint where they k!ll sh+t
i’m out here with my little brother making pill flips
he just got his first gun take him on a field trip
you let a n+gga sell you fake drank and you still sipped it
he just got his money up he acting real different
i’m in the booth right now with some real n+ggas
i’m in cali right now it look real different
no cap
[verse 1: ysr gramz]
where i’m from b+tch i grew up round real k!llers
if i ain’t rap right now i’d be a drug dealer
if you ain’t tryna make a hundred thousand i can’t thug with ya
i just made one call pull up with the drugs n+gga
if you can’t keep it real i don’t f+ck with ya
this one b+tch brokе my heart i don’t trust women
my best friеnd switched up i don’t trust n+ggas
jackman just called he know i f+ck with him
i just rolled a three point five it been a long day
we was just f+cked up we came a long way
always knew i’d be rich n+gga one day
n+ggas stay up in your lane it’s a one way
[hook: ysr gramz]
n+gga i’m from flint where they k!ll sh+t
i’m out here with my little brother making pill flips
he just got his first gun take him on a field trip
you let a n+gga sell you fake drank and you still sipped it
he just got his money up he acting real different
i’m in the booth right now with some real n+ggas
i’m in cali right now it look real different
no cap
[verse 2: jackman raps]
no cap
california look way different man
sh+t we probably up next because of this
aye
haven’t i had enough yet
i put in work from the first to the sunset
for what it’s worth since my birth i been dumb flexed
smoking herb spreading the word about what comes next
i’m on the curb drunk and i swerved drop it like funk flex
picked up a thot she kinda hot we just had drunk s+x
back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next
back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next
i think they messed up cuz we next up
i got your b+tches number i think i’ll text her
your b+tch give good head straight from the neck up
and she got a round fat ass straight outta texas
she like to mix sugar with grits when she eat breakfast
then she pull away in her car, and it’s a lexus
she sent me a cute pic of her cat, i’m bout to wreck this
ha, yeah, i’m finna wreck sh+t
i’m not the type to mess with
leave yo ass breathless
you couldn’t even breathe if you could see where all the rest went
yes sir i’m a misfit
say it with my chest b+tch
show up to the cookout with a k because i’m reckless
i used to be the lookout now i feel like i’m the best b+tch
me and quavis used to hit marc dee’s and smoke the best sh+t
i’m still smoking backwoods, dreaming bout a bentley
i just wanna make sure that my city don’t forget me
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