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ysr gramz & yn jay - gabe gang lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
yung sak runner sh+t, n+gga, ysr
gabe gang (good lookin’, cali)

[verse 1: ysr gramz & yn jay]
i got a drum and a stick, i’m a marching band
they gave bro two more years, he had contraband
it got a switch and it blow, so i call it fan
you a grown lil’ boy, never had twenty bands
you can’t save everybody, you not superman
my young n+gga lived his whole life like gucci mane
we used to call that n+gga four one, now he the coochie man
i just roulette for ten bands and did the uzi dance (ahh)

[verse 2: yn jay]
n+gga called a ride, hopped out shootin’ out an uber van
n+gga set a play, it didn’t work, he thought he knew the plan
ar with the scope on it, seen him through the peephole
i like all the rich b+tches, you f+ck all the cheap hoes
i like all the thick b+tches, i like all the bad b+tches
glock with a b+tton on it, you ain’t never had switches
you ain’t never came up then f+cked up the bag, n+gga
you ain’t never had no real k!llers on your ass, n+gga

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
friday after next, you heard what happened to the last n+ggas
you better stop playin’ and get a motherf+ckin’ bag, n+gga
i’m really like that, don’t never treat me like no rap n+gga
get a n+gga wrapped like a f+ckin’ chicken wrap, n+gga
they got switches out here, i’ll never scr+p with you
a cap rapper paid me for a feature, i ain’t cap with him
i don’t beat hoes up, but i’ll smack women
my b+tch found out i was cheatin’ and she cracked windows
[verse 4: yn jay]
bm dub, it’s a droptop, it ain’t got no ceilings
bro sell so much dog, he got four kennels
gang hit the road so deep, they got four rentals
n+gga died, he ain’t have no gun, ain’t got no pistol
bro lost his mind in the booth, ain’t got no mental
n+gga said he grew up in the hood, he used to go to bendle

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
bro caught a body, ain’t tell n0body, he a smooth k!ller
broke+ass n+gga ain’t got sh+t, you a shoe stealer
i love a ghetto b+tch from the hood like glorilla
i ain’t have a pops, he was locked, you had a p. miller
you a b+tch and a dude, you bruce jenner
we just dropped a six in a pop, it’s barely juice in it
i really wanna f+ck megan thee stallion, give me two minutes
a n+gga touch my chain, it’s gon’ be two k!llings

[verse 6: yn jay]
new jewelry hittin’ like lightning, they think zeus did it
i don’t need no cap to spin my whip, i got the coupe spinning
i left all my hoes in the past, i need some new b+tches
i’m still ridin’ in an old school with the roochie spinning
hit his car with so many shots, he need a new transmission
i can tell he ain’t got no aim ’cause when he shoot, he missing
n+gga locked, no hope for gettin’ out unless he shoot the witness
(why the f+ck y’all send that crash dummy on that stupid mission?)

- ysr gramz yn jay lyrics

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