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ysr gramz - this a wayne beat? lyrics

[intro]
this a wayne beat
yeah, this a wayne beat
yop

[verse]
this a gramz verse
i could teach you how to get it, you gotta scam first
you could still pull up on lebeau and get ham served
my n+gga on a computer all day, but he is not no nerd
7.62s in the clip make him hit the curb
chopstick’ll make a n+gga dance like you got served
n+gga yo’ daddy was a fiend, n+gga, he got served
i’m finna pick my white boy up, he got a ‘script for perc’s
showin’ love on them b+tches, let me sell ’em first
i’m a hustlin’ ass n+gga, i can sell you dirt
i ain’t even gotta hit thе road, i can sell a verse
i was still gеtting to the money in a pelle shirt
i just stuffed yo’ b+tch with that sh+t, now her belly hurt
five hunnid’ dollar plate, pull up at the deli first
if i send them 5.7s at you, bet them b+tches hurt
all that sneak dissin’ sh+t, that sh+t for the birds
when yo’ n+gga switch up on you, that sh+t be the worst
all yo’ friends dead, n+gga i think you cursed
so many n+ggas on your head, i hope we get you first
i know some n+ggas mad as h+ll, they can’t get a verse
a n+gga owe a couple thousand, pay me by the first
three+point+five in this ‘wood, we don’t pop perc’s
my n+gga chad made a twenty ball before the twenty first
he ain’t even twenty+one yet, you n+ggas twenty hurt
i freestyle on everything, i ain’t write a verse
he done went broke for that ho, now his pockets hurt
you wanna hang with the gang? show me how a chopper work
so many blues in my pants like papa smurf
fan want my autograph, put it on his shirt
i got a boostin’ ass b+tch, she put it in her purse
i got a lot of pretty money on me, like that n+gga kurt
i can get a n+gga whacked, do you want a shirt?
if a n+gga play with gang gang, put him in the dirt
can’t let a n+gga slow me down like the green syrup
boolin’ in atlanta, buyin’ shoes, i just seen herb’
getting head in the crib, watching phineas and ferb
i smoke big backwoods, sh+t look like a t+rd
fifty rounds in the clip, that b+tch got a curve
i got aim with this b+tch, i could hit a bird
when them b+tches hit yo’ ass, they gon’ hit a nerve
i’m smokin’ real zaza, this is not no herb
you can’t take sh+t from me, i am not no gerb
i like real grown b+tches, i am not no perv’
you ain’t hit sh+t when you slid, you just hit the curbs

- ysr gramz lyrics

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