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ysr gramz – blocks 2 feed lyrics

[chorus: ysr gramz]
the reason why i go so hard, i got blocks to feed
n+gga, you a bag of doritos, that is not yo cheese
brodie in the corner with a shot like he jodie meeks
nappy head n+gga trip on beats like odb
the reason why i go so hard, i got blocks to feed
n+gga, you a bag of doritos, that is not yo cheese
brodie in the corner with a shot like he jodie meeks
nappy head n+gga trip on beats like odb

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’ll treat a n+gga like craig, n+gga, go to sleep
lebron james of the rap game, i’m the mvp
i’m the trapper of the year, i got etd
we slap twenty bowls out this crib, me and lbg
i got strong+ass weed but it smell like feet
we just bought three more choppas ’cause we smell beef
i’m finna put my hood on like that n+gga keef
n+gga, watch that car, who was that in that suv?
black forces on, i don’t steal but i hang with thieves
blew his ass down with fn, that n+gga flew like leaves, ha+ha
you know i’m going brazy
i remember i was a lil’ n+gga, we had a 380
this n+gga in the crib f+cked up watching three babies
his bm mad as f+ck
she thought she had a winner on her team, she thought she lucked up
[chorus: ysr gramz]
the reason why i go so hard, i got blocks to feed
n+gga, you a bag of doritos, that is not yo cheese
brodie in the corner with a shot like he jodie meeks
nappy head n+gga trip on beats like odb
the reason why i go so hard, i got blocks to feed
n+gga, you a bag of doritos, that is not yo cheese
brodie in the corner with a shot like he jodie meeks
nappy head n+gga trip on beats like odb

[verse 2: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz
.223s for every opp looking muscular
coach ain’t really see it but i’m a motherf+cking hustler
if that b+tch give my bin away, i’m gucci stomping her
feel like yn jay, she can get her coochie touched in her
for a sixteen, i need a bin, a good racky
with a whole gang full of burgers, good krabby patty
blew a freaky b+tch, f+cked around and called me “swaggy daddy”
this a big+ass glock, f+ck around and flash your daddy
gramz got grams, i got jacks and the scams
b+tch, i’m feeling like the purge, hundred straps in that van
uncle poured a + on it, he been slapping off the [?]
off+white addict, f+cked her easy, that’s that off+white magic
[?] with the blood on them, i’m walking like a [?]
[?] smack the sh+t out him, i thought he had it
put some cheese on his head, man, my hitman bought a sandwich

- ysr gramz lyrics

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