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ysr gramz - box dot com lyrics

[intro]
alabama (enrgy made this one)
you know who started this sh+t, man
you know who started this flow, n+gga
i got n+ggas in alabama rappin’ like—

[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh+t, i started as a trap n+gga
but all around the world, b+tch, i’m known as a rap n+gga
b+tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n+ggas
every n+gga you see me with gon’ zap n+ggas
every n+gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n+ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n+gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

[verse]
sh+t talkin’ takin’ off, sh+t, i told n+ggas
another rap check for 10k, i’m gettin’ cold with it
if you ain’t makin’ money off the bag, hit the road with it
i don’t give a f+ck where we at, i’m bringin’ pole with us
got this pint from my titi, i’m finna pour a four
we finna score on this one n+gga, we finna pick and roll
tender+ass n+gga wanna k!ll ’cause i hit his ho
money conversation with the label, it’s just me and mo
yeah, b+tch, it’s just me and reece
this n+gga got a lot of jewelry on, but his sh+t cheese
n+ggas gotta thank ysr and thank peezy
b+tch, i feel like john cena, n+ggas can’t see me
i’m a beecher n+gga, on my mama, n+ggas can’t beat us
fly my n+ggas out and have your b+tch cook a steak for heaters
d+mn, i just dropped ashes in my f+ckin’ pop
you always askin’ questions, lil’ b+tch, is you a f+ckin’ cop?
i ain’t tryna hear, is you gon’ let a n+gga f+ck or not?
i’ma back door them n+ggas that’s tryna plot
soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon’ f+ckin’ flop
have a dyk+ beat your ass, i’ll call up tot
you just a hatin’+ass n+gga, you is not my opp
a n+gga link in the stu’ with me, he gettin’ his ass boxed
yeah, b+tch, i call that sh+t box.com
pull up to a n+gga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
how is you a shooter? you hangin’ with the n+gga that dropped the dime
if they ain’t f+ckin’ with your music, it is not your time
i’ll have my n+gga slide on you, he look like sideshow bob
i put money over b+tches, i’m with the f+ckin’ mob
the sh+t i made off of rap, i’m like, “f+ck a job”
if you throw me in the jungle, i’ma beat the odds
if we agree to put the guns down, i’ll beat my opps
[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh+t, i started as a trap n+gga
but all around the world, b+tch, i’m known as a rap n+gga
b+tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n+ggas
every n+gga you see me with gon’ zap n+ggas
every n+gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n+ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n+gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

- ysr gramz lyrics

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