viral - ysr gramz & ak bandamont lyrics
[intro: ysr gramz]
(j, this sh*t too crazy)
makin’ n*ggas goin’ viral out here, n*gga
yop
ayy, yung sak runner
[chorus: ysr gramz]
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
[verse 1: ysr gramz]
broke*ass n*gga, we’d buy you
i ain’t gon’ lie, i don’t like you
i got a gun, won’t fight you
n*gga, you broke, your son gon’ be like you
walk down on him just like he mike
we gon’ get him and him, it’s a cycle
right on the opps just like a bike do
that p*ssy good, i wanna bite you
shootin’ from long range, this a rifle
girly a thotty, i won’t even wifе her
my n*ggas lit like we somе lighters
they lyin’ in raps, these n*ggas some liars
a young n*gga play with gramz, we makin’ him viral
bro got aim, he got a spiral
that chop got legs like it’s a spider
the way she suck it, she need a title
[chorus: ysr gramz]
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
these real n*ggas fans, i am they idol
7.62s f*ck up your spinal
we put ’em on shirts like vinyls
gotta keep a gun, these n*ggas gon’ try you
i don’t give a f*ck how n*ggas feel
you ain’t catch your opp, he got sent to jail
[?] use your car, gotta catch a sale
brodie got a gun on him but he can’t spell, f*ck, sh*t
that n*gga crazy as h*ll
your n*gga ain’t got no money, that n*gga lazy as h*ll
your shooter got locked, can’t make bail
you don’t give a f*ck, take fake pills
bro ran up like eight mil’
sk on me, ran down eight years
[chorus: ysr gramz]
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
she can’t get sh*t but mcdonald’s
these n*ggas clowns, ronald
i want the head, goggles
switch on the glock, make a n*gga go viral
[verse 3: ak bandamont]
i just pulled up with a rifle
let off shots, finna clear out the rival
i’m in the game of survival
leave an opp dead, i put it on bible
she said she want me on bible, f*ck a bad b*tch, don’t give her a title
b*tch, why is we fightin’?
i don’t want you, bro probably a lifing
i got a hundred shots all bald heads
i done pulled up with a caillou
i got a desert tec with the chopstick
some bro probably’d snipe him
she want pape’, better run it up
might not be livin’ as righteous
breakin’ laws tryna get through a crisis
firebomb, sh*t, b*tch, i’m with isis
i’m on the road with a piper
and i ain’t got me a license
gotta watch out for the vipers
i see him, go k!ll him, excited
she told me to put it inside her
i’m tryna see what’s inside it
i’m finna turn up the sliders
who tryna see how i shot it?
i went through h*ll with this rollie on me
who tryna see how i got it?
i was in the hood with a 40 on me, who tryna see how i got it?
big*old chop, who tryna see how i pop it?
who tryna see how i rock it?
the chops dumpin’ harder than j’s green
but i am not with the rockets
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