a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ysr gramz - be humble lyrics

[intro]
(what’s going on? the sky is falling, the sky is falling)
huh?
the sky falling?
b+tch, we goin’ up, f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
(dang, overeasy, you made another one?)
yung sak runner

[chorus]
my cousin beefin’ with my other cousin, i don’t know what to do
how you cool with that n+gga and he shot at you?
put his ass in a box like a lunchable
you gon’ fall the f+ck off, you get comfortable
that’s only forty thousand in your pocket, n+gga, be humble
police+ass lil’ n+gga, you be gettin’ n+ggas in trouble
shot the draco so many times, that sh+t made me stumble
catchin’ fourteen plays back to back, can’t wait ’til the summer
[verse]
my n+gga said when his opp drop, he gon’ laugh at him
he only had 3k for a feature, told him cash app me
you do everything for that b+tch, you her granddaddy
i’m just tryna drop a lot of music, make my fans happy
you ever f+cked that money up and went broke before?
made a promise to myself i ain’t goin’ broke no more
he done picked up a gun, now that n+gga not no ho no more
i call my n+gga green light ’cause he always on go
this glock stick a freak b+tch, it hit all your homies
you ain’t put your n+ggas on or pass the ball, n+ggas just like kobe
i ain’t goin’ to buy a cartier, i wanna buy a rollie
n+ggas out here doin’ drills in strikers, used to ride in stolies
you better get some get+back, that n+gga robbed your brodie
i’ma ride for myself, but n+ggas slidin’ for me
driveway ’bout to get a rental, who tryna drive for him?
b+tch, your baby daddy broke as h+ll, he ain’t got no coins
if this chop hit your whip, it’s gon’ stop goin’
been that n+gga from the hood, make ’em stop goin’
i was born in this sh+t, you n+ggas just joined
broke+ass n+gga ain’t got a job, that n+gga unemployed
slap a fifty on this b+tch, i’m finna show them boys
bro got a plug on them e’s out in illinois
you been rappin’ for some years, still ain’t make no noise
i just caught a sale at walmart, i’m finna buy some toys
[chorus]
my cousin beefin’ with my other cousin, i don’t know what to do
how you cool with that n+gga and he shot at you?
put his ass in a box like a lunchable
you gon’ fall the f+ck off, you get comfortable
that’s only forty thousand in your pocket, n+gga, be humble
police+ass lil’ n+gga, you be gettin’ n+ggas in trouble
shot the draco so many times, that sh+t made me stumble
catchin’ fourteen plays back to back, can’t wait ’til the summer

[outro]

- ysr gramz lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS