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ysr gramz - the goat lyrics

[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)
ysr
i ain’t, ah, man, i’m actin’ stupid now, i ain’t humble no more, f+ck up

[verse]
this b+tch a munch, she like to eat the weed up (she light the f+ckin’ weed up)
big+ass fn on my hip, i can’t pull my jeans up (i can’t)
they can’t beat us, we’ll make them lil’ n+ggas team up
up a bl!ck on that n+gga, watch his ass freeze up (yeah)
even my niece and nephews got they f+ckin’ b’s up (yop)
he don’t f+ck with real drank, all that n+gga drink is cut (he drink cut)
i don’t beef, but i’ll put a lil’ n+gga in a blunt
a n+gga do somethin’ to me, i’m sendin’ n+ggas on a hunt (i’m sendin’ n+ggas, yeah)
hooty+hoo, you’ll get that b+tch back, but that b+tch goin’ (that b+tch goin’)
don’t stop for the cops, n+gga, keep goin’ (what the f+ck you doin’?)
i’m on the stage, this b+tch in the crowd got her tits showin’ (the f+ck?)
couldn’t take my n+ggas out the f+ckin’ hood, he got his bl!ck showin’ (what the f+ck?)
stop rockin’ timbs in the winter, go get some rick owens (better go get some)
i heard a n+gga say he don’t like me, i’ma sh+t on him (i’ma sh+t on him)
if i hit you with them ‘bows, is you gon’ sit on ’em? (don’t sit on them b+tches, n+gga)
talkin’ ’bout he seen his opp in the club, you should’ve spit on him (yop)
i ain’t never had a plug, but i been runnin’ through them bags (yeah)
boy, you a b+tch, i heard you ran with your mac (get the f+ck on)
i been trappin’ all day, i’m finna go take my son a bath
think i’m finna hit the road, i’m finna run it up with chad (free that n+gga)
it’s hard to calm my lil’ brother down, he act just like my dad
ain’t no b+tches over here, we ain’t p+ssy, we put belt to ass (we put belt to ass)
f+ck a backwood, smoke that n+gga like a f+ckin’ jag’ (sh+t)
was gon’ f+ck your lil’ b+tch, she gave me head ’cause she was on the rag (sh+t)
if the p+ssy good when i f+ck, i ain’t gon’ never last (ahh)
like no ammo in your gun, you ain’t gon’ never blast
fat black n+gga, i get fresh like that n+gga fab (i get fresh as f+ck)
a real trap n+gga, on my mama, i just love to rap (i just rap)
me and ysr loski brim, we just love to trap (we been trappin’)
i used to put b+lls on these n+ggas, now i don’t f+ckin’ scr+p (i used to beat n+ggas)
i heard you got them p’s for the low, where the f+ck you at? (where you at, n+gga?)
drac’ got wood on this b+tch, it’s a lumberjack
[outro]
(ayo, drice, run that sh+t back)
get ’round n+ggas and they f+ckin’ ysr
you hear me?
yung sak runner
yeah

- ysr gramz lyrics

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