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ysr gramz - talking spicy lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy beats)
ysr

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i was f+cked up
started with a zip, now i’m up up
if you play with one of us, you gon’ be f+cked f+cked
every k got a wood like a nunchuck
in your raps, you a k!ller, you ain’t done nothin’
’til you up a cool hundred, n+gga, stop stuntin’
shoot a hundred out this b+tch, you won’t stop runnin’
weed stank like a whole onion
je’ll bruise the road, he a roadrunner
your gas cards don’t smack, you got bold numbers
let us use your msr, we tryna load somethin’
h+ll naw, i don’t swipe, i got loads comin’
n+ggas gettin’ dropped, gon’ be a cold summer
man, it’s hot around this b+tch, how your nose runnin’?
say you got good weed? i need a ‘bow of it
you can see he actin’ different, he done told somethin’
why you rappin’ ’bout this sh+t? you never sold nothin’
you be rappin’ ’bout the money, never show the money
treat you like my mama kids and let you hold a hundred
i don’t smoke russian creams, but all our k’s russian
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
in walmart buyin’ giffies with a roll on me
i think my opp in here too, so i got pole on me
this a dragonfly glock with the pole on it
ran out of bullets, had to swipe some ammo for it
i’m ’bout to chase him out the store like he stole somethin’
rob a n+gga, strip him ass+naked, put some clothes on him
had a hand+scale, but i broke it puttin’ ‘bows on it
my white boy won’t stop sniffin’ like his nose stuffy
n+gga want a pound of runtz, he think he know somethin’
sell his ass a half a ‘bow of glue, this sh+t so fluffy
told quavis pop this n+gga ’cause it’s so iffy
shoot the .308 and hit a tree, i lost control with it
had a glock when i was thirteen, i went to scoll with it
d+mn, i mean i went to school with it
wet p+ssy, hit her in the bed, i left a pool in it
dirty+ass pop, it look like i cleaned my shoes with it
put me on a box, i can’t move, they got me p+ssed off
for ten bands or better, i’ll cut this b+tch off
swipin’ n+gga sayin’ who really winnin’, n+gga, get lost
he only hit for two bands and think he gettin’ off

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
lil’ b+tch mad as h+ll ’cause i won’t hit raw
rio hit a n+gga with a punch and knocked his whips off
i’m from beecher, i’ll get you jumped like kriss kross
i’m sick n+ggas’ pieces ain’t hittin’, they got weak sauce
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
thought he bought a gram, but he ain’t know i took a piece off
been drinkin’ lean for twenty+one days, i need a week off
bought a bird and took a nine+piece out, i cut the beak off
k bullet hit him in his face and knock his cheek off

- ysr gramz lyrics

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