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ysr gramz – we the hustlers lyrics

[intro]
(stupiddog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b+tch hard)

[verse 1: driveway baby]
you wanna hit the road? gotta have your license straight
if we ain’t got a rental, gotta have your title straight
’cause i can’t get fl!cked if we ain’t got no license plate
this perc’ bitin’ hard as f+ck, i got the tyson face
ysr the label, we ain’t have no signing day
couldn’t f+ck this b+tch tonight, she had her cycle day
bring out the long k, it’s a rifle day
i can stab a b+tch guts up like i’m at michael place
[verse 2: ysr loski]
i ain’t have a lot of money, i had to make a way
in a room shootin’ with the scammers, playin’ beat the bank
why the h+ll you actin’ like a shooter when you know you ain’t?
i be sh+ttin’ on these n+ggas when i’m in the paint
jay gon’ d+mn near crash a jag’ when he off drank
i throw on off+white on an off+day
bruce down to take us, puttin’ switches on all k’s
seventh grade, i was in the school catchin’ plays in the hallway

[verse 3: ysr bruce]
i just did thirty+three hours in a rental
made 60k in all giffies accidental
percocet bitin’, edd, purple denim
chrome heart drip, ayy
ayy, chrome heart drip, a thousand dollars for the shirt
n+gga speakin’ on lil sav, he in the dirt
i just bought an ar with a switch, this b+tch work
a hundred+some shots, a thirty+six, he in the dirt

[verse 4: ndgm rambo]
i’m a problem, these p+ssy n+ggas can’t stop me
hit a n+gga dead in his sh+t and get it poppin’
drac’ with the switch, that’ll solve all the problems
hit a n+gga block with this b+tch, the way i blow it, need a sponsor
wipe a n+gga nose with this b+tch like he a toddler
p+ssy+ass n+gga, yeah, you just like your father
hit a n+gga with this b+tch, give you a taper like your barber
whole clip full of bald+heads, n+gga, vince carter
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
we the hustlers, we ain’t no motherf+ckin’ robbers
ysr sh+t, we is not jon connor
if my n+gga wanna catch a play, i’ma lob him
if a n+gga say he want some problems, n+gga, we gon’ solve it
you see them two chains on my neck, yeah, i bought ’em
he was stealin’ out my bag ’til i caught him
n+gga ranned up on me, so i jogged him
i’ll put them boys on your f+ckin’ head, don’t make me call ’em

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
the b+tch wanna— alright, huh, alright, haha
yeah, b+tch, b+tch, alright
krispylife, n+gga
my n+ggas got rich off the rap ’cause i taught ’em
the b+tch wanna suck my d+ck, go, autumn
this ain’t rose gold no more, this autumn
my b+tch hittin’ them stores real good ’cause i taught her
i wouldn’t take a b+tch nowhere, even bikini bottom
just met this b+tch five minutes ago and i done seen her topless
like you in a biker gang, we’ll surround your crew with choppers
i’m a really a mob boss, b+tch, yeah, i’m frank sinatra
that’s blood, that’s gang, yeah, we on some ganger sh+t
i ain’t gon’ fight my ho today, i’ma just mace the b+tch
i pay my lawyer good money, now case dismissed
i pay my lawyer— case dismissed

- ysr gramz lyrics

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