ysr gramz - playing fair lyrics
[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n+ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n+gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n+gga bang b’s, he gon die for it
[verse 1: rio da yung og]
ain’t no snitching round here, we gon die loyal
got the p+ssy out your b+tch, cause i lied to her
with that sh+t you can slide, you can ride to it
my lil n+gga caught a body, d+mn near cried doing it
imma wake up, get some money, n+gga, chase a check
you wanna leave, gon and leave, i ain’t chasing sh+t
n+gga make a sale on my block, we gon take his sh+t
put my gun down, we can scr+p, i’ll break your neck
n+gga want smoke, what it is? cause we could take it there
gotta have a strap on the north, cause they ain’t playing fare
i hid the boles in my grannie crib, when i was staying there
i fell off, my n+gga mark had me, that’s my baby, yeah
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
h+ll yeah, we gon get this chicken, we gon make it, yeah
imma tell you how it is, ain’t no faking it
n+gga, if the feds come and get me, i ain’t saying sh+t
free my n+gga driveway baby, b+tch
[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n+ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n+gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n+gga bang b’s, he gon die for it
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
up the pistol on a n+gga, make him sh+t bricks
hit him in his head, to scratch his name off my hit list
[?] put some on the floor, i need a big b+tch
i can put a draco on my waist, i got big hips
sold a thousand grams, shout out [?] street
used to live on [?], now i’m tryna buy the whole street
got purple, but the green [?] like we on [?] street
i know you ain’t really out here swiping, bruh, your clothes cheep
i tried to pack a brick [?] took a whole week
b+tch, i’m tryna bust you down, ho, don’t bro me
boss n+gga, give a b+tch a thousand, just to roll weed
ok, i’m done pouring lean today, i’m finna go to sleep
woke up, and poured another eight, i think i’m a junky
b+tch, you send your n+gga to the store, [?] whole flunky
i could pay twenty four, if the smoke musty
check my cash app, it’s looking like a whole phone number
[chorus: rio da yung og]
these n+ggas hoes, they ain’t gon ride for you
same n+gga walking with you, talking down on you
told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
i just bought a new ar, hundred rounds on it
we gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
oh you want beef? ain’t gotta do it, put the guys on him
my lil n+gga bang b’s, he gon die for it
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