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holiday inn - ysr gramz lyrics

[chorus]
in an all*black truck with two f&ns
i remember times was f*cked up, couldn’t even make ten
my young n*ggas got them arps with the shaved pin
i’m down south with five ‘bows on me in holiday inn
a n*gga mention gramz’ name, we gon’ spin the bend
i got fire lows in, who tryna spin the bin?
a lot of these n*ggas hatin’ on us was old friends
i’m just tryna f*ck you from the back, ain’t tryna hold hands

[verse]
i’m on a ninety*day grind, i’m tryna lock in (ninety days)
tryna spin down lebeau, gon’ get boxed in
i got a b*tch sellin’ p*ssy for me, call her roxanne (sh*t)
this drac’ll get to rockin’ on you like a rock band (like a rock band)
bro got so much drank on him, he got a wock’ stand (he got a wock’ stand)
bro finna slide on some n*ggas, i’m finna hop in
i ain’t even use the whole clip, i only dropped ten (only dropped ten)
glock 23 gen5, i got the last gen
i’ll get to trippin’ ’round this b*tch, i’m a madman
i’m tryna have a threesome with these b*tches, bring your bad friend
i got on all red today, i’m a gas can
this n*gga weed bullsh*t, where’s the trash can? (where’s the trash can?)
had to beat the promoter ass, ain’t have the backend
my n*gga bought his first gun from a crackhead
sixty*five for this eighth, i’m a taxhead (i’m a taxhead)
if they come through with switch, you better play dead
you gon’ get your f*ckin’ head cracked sellin’ fake red
ever since i jumped off the porch, i know how to make bread
you don’t know how to run that money up, you got a fake leg
you the type of n*gga owe a n*gga like dead end craig (friday)
[chorus]
in an all*black truck with two f&ns (two f&ns)
i remember times was f*cked up, couldn’t even make ten
my young n*ggas got them arps with the shaved pin
i’m down south with five ‘bows on me in holiday inn (holiday inn)
a n*gga mention gramz’ name, we gon’ spin the bend (we gon’ spin the bend)
i got fire lows in, who tryna spin the bin? (who tryna spin the bin?)
a lot of these n*ggas hatin’ on us was old friends
i’m just tryna f*ck you from the back, ain’t tryna hold hands (ain’t tryna hold hands)

[outro]
yung sak runner
b*tch, yung sak runner

- ysr gramz lyrics

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