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ysr gramz - gangaroni lyrics

[intro]
you already know it’s ysr
like gucci mane, i’m like the gucci mane in my city

it’s wit’ a k dumbass
his name’s pablo

[verse 1: super shoddy]
i was cellies with the plug, guess i lucked up
five hundred grams of dog food, i’m finna cut up
you ain’t never counted ten thousand, shut the f+ck up
perfect timing when they let me out, i gotta nut up
the other day i ran into a opp, he looked the other way
the other day i f+cked a n+gga b+tch, she won’t go away
super shoddy i’m finna save these hoes, i need a cape
nah, i just want the top, imma need hеr face
i’m touchin’ base with the rеal n+ggas in different states
i ain’t ovo, but i’m coming through with a drac’
caught a case, they ain’t stop a n+gga from getting pape’
hit it with a one, but i bet you a two could tape
real n+gga, they done let a real n+gga get in
all these n+ggas weird as f+ck, d+mn i don’t fit in
i can get you straight drop drop, it look like fish skin
you ain’t never nail nothin’ doggy, you can’t get in
[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
if i see a opp i’m finna fire
yeah i think i’m boutta gold tee, i need a driver
of course i got my front and back end, i’m on the flyer
try to play with anyone in gang, and you dyin’
snuck it in the club, in them big b’s this a small piece
he got popped wit’ a draco, it was all tee
ordered them hot heads, they’ll slide and it’s all free
b+tch i only sell verses now, please don’t call me
seen a opp in palm 810 got him fish tailin’
what make you think you comin back around gang, when you been tellin’?
whoop a fat n+gga at cracker barrell, now they need a big stretcher
only time you dropped something, was when you p+ss testin’

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
this little b+tch ain’t got no ass, but she big breasted
high as h+ll, tryna catch my play, i just missed my exit
all my b+tches got good head, i swear i miss my exes
we can hit every state, but we gon’ skip texas
i just got a pint of wockhardt, think i’m finna stretch it
i just dropped another f+ckin’ chain, i paid it with the extras
n+gga talkin’ bout he got the pounds, i think the n+gga jeffin’
my n+gga like to shoot sh+t, but he ain’t stephen
i’ll have my n+gga walk you down like that n+gga steppin’
d+mn the play ain’t go right, i think my n+gga left him
b+tch you like to entertain n+gga, imma call you cedric
dropped thirty five shots, he got shot by kevin
you don’t like to hit hoes, you just like to text ’em
them ain’t perc’s n+ggas poppin’, that’s all excedrin
i just stomped a n+gga out in some jordan 11s
we just beat a n+gga ass, he walked in our session

- ysr gramz lyrics

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