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ysr gramz - wake up (welcome to lebeau city) lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
aye j, this sh+t smack
(j, this sh+t too crazy)
ysr
yung sak runner

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
take a p and bust that b+tch down, now every zip gone
stay down, stack your money til it’s 6’4
i hustle, but i hang with lil n+ggas that hit l!cks though
yeah i shoot dice 6’8, would’ve hit 4
love when the packs touchdown in the end zone
i’ma run my money up and buy a benzo
i’m fresh in anything but i don’t rock kenzo
like exotic bags of good weed, i want big smoke
dracos, glocks, and ars, we got all the guns
you gon’ keep fallin’ off, you show too much love
in the stu with baglife, they roll to much bud
i had to stop going out, was having too much fun
i used to cop from older n+ggas, now i’m older n+ggas plugs
i fell off and had to get it back, n+gga where you was?
n+gga i wear air force 1s, i don’t wear uggs
i’ma stunt on everybody showin’ fake love
he just trynna make 20 dollars, he a fake plug
b+tch i’m tryna f+ck from the back, who tryna make love?
n+gga i’m tryna make a million dollars, you tryna cake up
ain’t n0body playing around this b+tch, you better wake up

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i’m by myself, i just poured the whole 8 up
now i’m sittin’ here fightin’ the drank, tryna stay up
’bout to take this honey backwood and roll the eighth up
paid $100 for this eighth, this some wafers
i tried to put it out, it taste too good, i couldn’t save her
go shop with stoner gang reece, he got flavors
i heard you plugged with the pills, they the fake ones
if they try to sell me some, i’ma take ’em
i can tell if they real or fake when i shake em
oh, you knew what it was, don’t try to play dumb
my b+tch caught me cheatin’, i had to play dumb
drunk a 8 of red, man, i ain’t say nun
got a ‘script of percs, i might take one
if you owe me some, you better pay up
stay down til you come up and then stay up
i got a plug on some sh+t, i can’t say much
put it on the scale, see if it weigh up
put the drank in the freezer, that’s how you tell if it ain’t cut
my clientele mostly all white people, black people, they don’t pay enough
they said if i hold it for ’em, they’ll make it up and give me extra when i see ’em
i can’t make this up

- ysr gramz lyrics

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