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ysr gramz – new york lyrics

[intro]
f+ck the fire, we got grease
it’s a wayne beat
f+ck, grease, what’s poppin’?
young sak runner

[chorus]
i just came all the way to new york
my lil’ brother bad as h+ll, he just bought a new torch
my lil’ cousin bad as h+ll, he be throwing pitch forks
kid f+ckin’ all these hoes, he think he too $hort
you can’t ride on yo’ opps, lil’ n+gga, you too short
i can get a n+gga smoked for free like newports
i’m in another n+gga hood, i’m finna start a war
i’m finna perform at rollin loud, that sh+t start at 4:00
my shooter wear glasses, he is not a dork
i got my gun in my hand, not the side door (hold onnnn)
b+tch, i ain’t yn jay
i could tell when my b+tch cheatin’, i know her lyin’ facе
i been trippin’ ever since wе lost andre
i’m finna get a n+gga k!lled on a blind date
i only wanna f+ck bad b+tches like beyonce
if she don’t got no ass, i’m beyond straight
we just walked in the club, you in line waitin’
hit his ass with this glock, he a dyin’ patient
i’ll get to shooting in this b+tch like that n+gga tatum
if he got a gun on his hip, have my n+gga take it
he ain’t really ’bout that life, man that n+gga fakin’
i just sent ten bow’s home, now a n+gga waitin’
i’ma make a twenty ball when i go to vegas
i can’t let her drive no more ’cause the b+tch janky
my n+gga hit the clerk for five bands, he did the hanky panky
n+gga got an attitude, he can’t find no dranky
he just did the f+ckin’ cha cha slide, hit him with the drakey
my n+gga on demon time like that n+gga satan
tried to tax me for a four, so i’m finna take it
seen a n+gga get his ass popped, so i’m finna shake him
i seen a n+gga make a ten ball out a f+ckin’ bas+m+nt
we just charged a n+gga ten k and he finna pay it
hol’ on, this n+gga trippin’ in the f+ckin’ booth
told my n+gga, if they move wrong, then he better shoot
if my b+tch do some bullsh+t, then the she get the boot
i ain’t done rappin’ ’til i put my momma in a coupe
nah you ain’t gangaroni, you ain’t in the crew
he tried to shoot at us so we put him in a suit
told my n+gga, if he he buy that drank then we gon’ get into it
my n+gga takin’ too many perc’s so i had to threw ’em
hahaha, b+tch i mean throw ’em
i’m illegal with this glock, this a clean jawn
i make music for the shooters, this a mean song
told my n+gga, swing the chop like he playin’ ping pong
[outro]
man, i don’t know a n+gga talkin’ like me, know what i’m sayin’?
i’m the young sak runner,n+gga, the general, n+gga
you know? lsp forever, n+gga
you know i love my block, n+gga
lebeau city, n+gga
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
long live skino
long live gabe
long live kurt
long live white folks
long live [?]
long live dante
long live

- ysr gramz lyrics

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