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grammer school - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
what the f*ck? is that ysr gramz right there?
yeah, yeah, that’s him
man, i promise you, man, that n*gga ain’t on sh*t, man
he ain’t been on sh*t since grammer school, man
he ain’t no real young sack runner
he don’t run b*tch for sh*t, bro

[chorus]
it get scary ’round here, you better tuck your chain
n*ggas backdoorin’ n*ggas, it’s a dirty game
a n*gga got caught and told the feds like thirty names
youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains
if you really love me, b*tch, put this gun in your name
you was a real*ass n*gga ’til the money came
in the wide*body scat pack, we in different lanes
i love whеn she call me big gucci, that’s my other namе

[verse 1]
i buy rockell everything, that’s my mother name
bro just rolled up some sh*t that smell like onion rings
i know i hit the clerk when i heard a ding
you wasn’t born in the hood, you never heard of fiends?
i know it’s fire*ass weed when it made me sneeze
i just poured a four in my pop, it just made me dream
one shot from the five*seven, it’s gon’ make him bleed
put a switch on the back of it, it’s gon’ make him leave
he just rolled some bullsh*t up, it look just like leaves
brodie got forty bands on him, but he cannot read
zaza got me chokin’ on it, man, i cannot breathe
fire comin’ out the draco, man, i cannot see
you ain’t god, n*gga, you can’t tell me what i cannot be
i know some n*ggas sellin’ dog food in tennessee
old head keep a knife on him, he a wolverine
you the type of n*gga tell a n*gga what you gon’ do to him
[chorus]
it get scary ’round here, you better tuck your chain
n*ggas backdoorin’ n*ggas, it’s a dirty game
a n*gga got caught and told the feds like thirty names
youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains
if you really love me, b*tch, put this gun in your name
you was a real*ass n*gga ’til the money came
in the wide*body scat pack, we in different lanes
i love when she call me big gucci, that’s my other name

[verse 2]
lsp, loski brim, that’s my brother name
before i made money off of rap, i went and got a chain
f*cked around and hit fanduel and got another chain
i ain’t f*ckin’ with the weed, i got another lane
fell in love with this b*tch, she got some different brain
this a big .308, b*tch, it shoot missiles, mane
long live that n*gga skino, i swear i miss you, mane
and them ‘bows came early, think christmas, mane
i’m a beecher n*gga, ysr is just a different game
four*fives, ars and dracs, we got different things
you love p*ssy, i love money, we got different takes
i was gon’ hit her, but her p*ssy smell like fish tanks
i be tryna make a hundred bands off a mixtape
she a bougie b*tch, she don’t even think her sh*t stank
she say she on her rag, i can’t f*ck, but her lip stank
what type of n*gga say you can ride with him, but the sticks can’t?
[outro]
like what you mean?
like i can ride with you, but i can’t bring my stick?
fool, is you f*ckin’ stupid?

- ysr gramz lyrics

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