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ysr gramz – bad choice of words lyrics

[intro]
(ysr sh+t, lebeau street, n+gga)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
d+mn, baby, you cute as h+ll, but you broke as f+ck
stab down their block with r/t, n+gga, wake ’em up
stuffin’ 8 grams in the ‘wood, i rolled a c+cky blunt
we finna slide on the opps, like a hockey puck
i ain’t even tryna make love, i just wanna f+ck
i’m gettin’ tired of fake weed, i just want some runtz
you ran out of bullets tryna k!ll, n+gga, you out of luck
you ain’t go d1, ’cause you dirt as f+ck
i blew some loose bands in miami, i ain’t give a f+ck
you scared to spend that little ass money, n+gga, live it up
if i’m ever in the car, then it’s tinted up
doin’ 100 in this b+tch, ’cause i’m in a rush
if you get caught by the feds, n+gga, keep it hush
ran through 10 bowls in a month, it would’ve took you months
you wearin’ fake buffs, they gon’ be mad when they take your stuff
i be all in that b+tch mouth, but she hate my guts
i ain’t gettin’ a lot of views, but i’m papered up
stuffin’ dubs in my pants, gettin’ paper cuts
smokin’ gelato mixed in with wafer gruntz
you ain’t gettin’ high, ’cause you smokin’ bonk
[verse 2: driveway baby]
yeah, i can give you game, but i can’t take you in
it was me and meek, b+tch, we had to get it in
one sister drivin’ and the other seat her twin
and i got that chicken on me and not a little hen
b+tch, i been had a 10, call me big ben
can’t help it, i’m a expensive n+gga and i like to spend
yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win
i can spend a 20+pack and do this sh+t again
and this sh+t ain’t no cap, this sh+t all facts
bent out my timeout, then i bounced back
i gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back
f+ck you smokin’ on? it’s good zaza in the pack
can’t stand a silly b+tch, that don’t know how to act
i know some real grimy n+ggas, they know how to jack
lil b+tch ate me in the car, said i was her snack
then f+ck her doggystyle, then i pulled out her tracks

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
man, the trap payin’ good, i don’t wanna rap
you keep fallin’ the f+ck off, ’cause you can’t stack
we in this b+tch smokin’ zaza ‘woods, man, i hate blacks
you gotta take his hat off, so he can’t cap
you can’t even book me for a show, ’cause i need 8 racks
you can give me 5 to 10 bowls, i’ll take that
i’m tryna pull up in that double r, f+ck a maybach
[outro: ysr gramz]
i ain’t gon’ lie, that+that double r harder than that maybach
man, i seen that b+tch when i was in miami, i wanted that b+tch
haha

- ysr gramz lyrics

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