ysr gramz – skinoworld & gabeland lyrics
[intro]
(j, this sh+t too crazy)
aye pass that wood, wock
[verse]
don’t talk pape to me n+gga, everybody got it
er’ body let they guns off we don’t know who shot em’
unc said it burned his nose hair, that’s how he know it’s fire
my young n+gga drop old n+ggas, omar off the wire
when i’m off them percocets, ion get tired
them pills fake as h+ll, i searched them up off of pill finder
bro don’t care if the weed trash he gone still buy it
rhuu! you knew that n+gga was a rat, why you still sign him? rhuu!
he thought he got away but we still gone find ’em
put my lil n+ggas on his ass, my lil n+ggas grimey
if we fall off we, can’t get back cool ‘causе i think you slimy
if its smoke in the air then i’m calling shotty
thеy like why you calling n+ggas? he gone catch a body
my n+gga keep his gun on him like he keep his wallet
you be tryna f+ck ‘er b+tch, i be gettin’ guala
we can talk about it, set it up if it make some dollars
i be tryna tell my n+ggas chill but they guala, gualas
ldg my lil bro’ll f+ck yo’ baby momma
i pay all the bills, ion don’t have no baby momma drama
we got so many k’s, like that n+gga osama
i can make a call and get him dropped, i’m just like obama
catch a n+gga at a corner store, he don’t want no problems
i be dressing like i’m rich as h+ll but i don’t got no stylist
you know i keep that choppa with me n+gga, it’s just like my toddler
i’m a hood rich n+gga, i let my chain dangle
lil bro nem throwing big b’s, they some g+ngb+ngers
hit his ass with that, it’s a game changer
he be flashing money in front of hoes, he a lame ain’t he
ion even wanna f+ck, i want brain baby
he can’t come around them sack runners if he ain’t gang baby
gabeworld and skinoland that’s the same baby
i’m a real n+gga, i cannot let the fame change me
i’m a beacher ass n+gga, i be talking crazy
i done fell off before man that sh+t made me
you better put that money up, ’cause that sh+t gone save you
i can’t work for n0body, man that sh+t like slavery
you can’t let a n+gga hoe you, they gone think it’s gravy
soon as ‘yo ass get some money she wanna have ‘yo baby
imma keep trapping hard like eastside 80
you keep f+cking all the fiends you gone have a eastside baby
[outro]
that n+gga keep f+ckin all the fiends
that n+gga gone have a eastside baby man
baby gone be from the eastside
ion know ’bout yall but our eastside f+cked up
that’s where the fiends at
young sack runner!
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