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ysr gramz – 2019 flow lyrics

[intro]
enrgy beats
open the f+ck up
2019 flow
b+tch
young sak runner

[verse]
he got kicked out his hood ’cause he scammed flint (’cause he scammed)
chopstick smackdown ’cause it slam sh+t (’cause it slam)
like a f+ckin’ ram truck, i ram sh+t (i ram sh+t)
i see that lil ass f+ckin’ money, that’s yo’ man’s sh+t
out in la buyin’ bow’s with scam ‘nem
hold on bring that card back, you ain’t scan them
you can have a hunnid guns, you ain’t scarin’ them
my n+ggas having fun, swipin’ cards out in maryland
i got so many f+ckin’ shoes, i ain’t wearin’ em
if i’m in love with the b+tch, i ain’t sharin’ her
i’m a petty ass n+gga, pourin’ green in a fanta
comin’ to yo city with that bag like i’m santa
aight, my white b+tch drive for me, name amanda
i got a lot of lit fans out in canada
if he diss me in a song then we bannin’ em
you wanna start some rap beef? i’m comin’ for yo manager
you wanna make some money? drive these bow’s to alabama
i know a white n+gga, get money, adam sandler
he got a off brand clip, it’s a jammer
you know i hang with drug dealers and the scammers
okay, you wanna talk down? i’ma fan ’em
don’t put his ass in no f+ckin’ wood, pour him in a fanta
if this was f+ckin’ dipset, b+tch i’m santana
i’ll beat a n+gga ass, def jam vendetta
b+tch, i’m d+mn near runnin’ out of breathe, i can’t rap no more
you let a n+gga take yo strap, don’t got strap no more
bet a thousand to my thousand, i can’t f+ck your ho
i’m shootin’ dice with these n+ggas, i just tuck and roll
i’m tryna f+ck her from the back, make her touch her toes
red beam on the glock, i could touch yo nose
i could press a b+tton right now, we’ll up the score
sittin’ here thinkin’ to myself how to be up some more
she just ate my d+ck up like a lunchable
oh you just got it in? i had it months ago
you be hanging round n+ggas for a blunt to smoke
i would chase your ass down, but i run too slow
they ain’t even f+ckin’ with me with my 1+2 flow
i’ll never ever cough a ran through ho
in high school you got f+cked in a bando
soon as you spend twenty then a band gone
in a car finna slide, turn a band on
hot ass h+ll in the booth, turn a fan on
please stop rappin’ songs ’cause you sayin’ it wrong

- ysr gramz lyrics

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