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ysr gramz & enrgy beats - gucci hat lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
(d+mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, n+gga (enrgy made this one)
they been couldn’t f+ck with us since krispylife, since 2015 (yeah, n+gga)
n+ggas still broke (ysr sh+t)
n+ggas hoes, they can’t f+ck with us (yung sak runner)
we been f+ckin’ they b+tches, that’s that sak runner sh+t, man

[chorus: ysr gramz]
n+ggas sellin’ bullsh+t, bring cookie back (bring cookie back)
smoked a ‘wood out the pound, i just took it back (i just took it back)
i swear to god, if you play with gang, you gon’ get whacked (fap, fap, fap)
this a forty+band roll, i never sold crack (n+ggas never did)
faded a n+gga for a band, he just threw a cr+p (fade who?)
speak on me, you ever seen a rap n+gga get his ass smacked? (i be smackin’ n+ggas)
you ever madе a mixtape? why you in the trap? (why you in the trap?)
you еver f+cked a bag up, you ain’t make it back? (yeah, i did that)

[verse: ysr gramz]
they gon’ send fifty at you, boy, you better not lack
he actin’ tough with that bl!ck, that sh+t just an act (that sh+t just an act)
i was mumblin’ in the booth, i ain’t wanna rap (i ain’t wanna rap)
thought that n+gga was smokin’ ‘za, but it’s just a black (it’s a black & mild)
b+tch, i get rap money, but i still trap (i get rap money)
two hundred thousand off of rap, b+tch, that’s a fact (i get rap money)
these n+ggas rats around this b+tch, settin’ b00by traps (you a rat, n+gga)
this b+tch got a bbl, got her booty sn+tched (got her booty sn+tched)
f+ck around and give that b+tch a band for her coochie cat (give her a band for it)
fresh as h+ll, slidin’ on n+ggas in a gucci hat (in a gucci hat)
i’ll put some money on your head like a gucci hat (like a gucci hat)
’05, ’06, bring gucci back (bring gucci back)
my young n+ggas catchin’ bodies for me, i think i’m boosie bad (think i’m boosie bad)
f+ck around, post fifty thousand, make my opps mad (broke+ass n+ggas)
they found out you was a rat, i know your pops mad (with your rat ass)
i probably spent ten bands buyin’ sandwich+bag (no cap, n+gga)
you had a gun and still ran with your scary ass (old scary ass)
doin’ a hundred down dort, me and lil’ chad (me and lil’ chad)
she an eight in the face, she a lil’ bad (she a lil’ barbie)
you sellin’ out a qp, that’s a lil’ bag (that’s a lil’+ass bag)
you be cappin’ in your raps with your lyin’ ass (with your lyin’ ass)
you let n+ggas f+ck for money with your fine ass (with your fine ass)
i get caught with the bag, i make bond fast (i make bond fast)
my son got a rich dad like bronny ass (like lil’ bronny ass, yeah, n+gga)
[chorus: ysr gramz]
n+ggas sellin’ bullsh+t, bring cookie back
smoked a ‘wood out the pound, i just took it back
i swear to god, if you play with gang, you gon’ get whacked
this a forty+band roll, i never sold crack
faded a n+gga for a band, he just threw a cr+p
speak on me, you ever seen a rap n+gga get his ass smacked?
you ever made a mixtape? why you in the trap?
you ever f+cked a bag up, you ain’t make it back?

- ysr gramz enrgy beats lyrics

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