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ysr gramz & enrgy beats - b- lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse: ysr gramz]
same n+ggas got they hands out ain’t never gave me sh+t
this opp n+gga only run his mouth ’cause he ain’t on sh+t
bro beat his case last week ’cause he ain’t tell ’em sh+t
30k check off of rap, they think i’m sellin’ bricks
stay down, stack all your money, it’s gon’ make you rich
i don’t drink green lean no more ’cause it make me sick
i’ll send thirty shots at you out this draco clip
her head good, but her p+ssy weak, it don’t got no grip
n+gga try to reach for these jewels, i’ma break his wrist
fake+ass watch you showin’ off, it’s gon’ break your wrist
dog had god on his side, ’cause bro ‘nem missеd
like a blind n+gga tryna walk, i always keep my stick
you broke as h+ll livin’ with your mama, you need to pray about it
i feel likе 2pac in the ’90s, f+ck everybody
oldhead stopped snortin’ dope and started takin’ molly
[?][0:45] poppin’ out, i’m finna call shawty
my lil’ n+gga seventeen years old, but got four bodies
can’t feel all this money in my pants, i got four pockets
you know that n+gga died, they hopped out with like four choppers
growin’ up in flint, ain’t trust sh+t, n+ggas so grimy
my son gon’ be a rich lil’ n+gga like lil’ bronny
bro’ll catch a free body if i call johnny
two k’s in this car with me, but i ain’t with ronnie
i seen dog name in that paperwork, he can’t come around me
i see a snake in that n+gga eyes, he gon’ try to rob me
i see an opp n+gga in the club, he got cracked with bottle
i seened a n+gga get popped tryna scr+p, so i ain’t tryna squabble
i don’t f+ck hoodrats no more, all i f+ck is models
if you get caught by the pigs, be f+ckin’ quiet
bro put a pillow on the front so it sound quiet
stack the money up, then re+up, it ain’t f+ckin’ science
if you slide and don’t get the job done, you get a b+minus
a lot of n+ggas snitchin’ nowadays, don’t catch the virus
n+ggas kissin’ hoes in the mouth just like osiris
i gave this b+tch too many rounds, this b+tch got me tired
i fell in love with this rap b+tch, her p+ssy so fire
you ain’t hit sh+t with that gun, you just shot at tires
beat a n+gga ass while he was at work, man, i got him fired
if she don’t let you f+ck for the free, you just gotta buy it
i rolled a three+five and realized i ain’t have a lighter
i stayed up trappin’ all night, i pulled an all+nighter
we gon’ step on them lil’ n+ggas how we step on spiders
if the weed don’t smell like ‘za, i am not gon’ buy it
i’ma hit the p+ssy for the free, you the type to buy it
loski ran up fifty off the banks, i think i gotta try it
fat n+gga, i’m always eatin’ out, i gotta start my diet
n+ggas don’t shop with me around the city ’cause i charge the highest
this ten+milli’ glock hit hard, it’d drop a giant
i’ma shoot so many times like kobe bryant
j had a show, we had so many hoes at the hyatt

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