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irl - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[chorus]
ysr, n*gga, we ain’t ysl
i had to tell lil’ bro chill, that lil’ n*gga bad as h*ll
i’m on the phone with dee rich, he smokin’ za in jail
i ain’t yfn lucci, but i’m fly as h*ll
he a b*tch, he ain’t on sh*t in irl
if the ‘bows for the low, i’ma buy and sell
don’t ask me to sell my glock, this b*tch not for sale
draco for you big n*ggas like shaq o’neal

[verse]
i brought my white b*tch to the hood, she from auburn hills
they’ll never let you drop no music, get out that deal
i ain’t tryna beef, you play with me, you gon’ get k!lled
pops was locked up, ain’t have n0body, you had a uncle phil
n*gga dived in that grease and got cooked like golden grill
you ain’t really like that, stop cappin’, you a ho for real
i woulda fell in love with you, b*tch, but you a ho for real
i ain’t gotta pay ’em, give ’em nothin’, they’ll get on your heels
dog changed when the money came, i been the same since kids
broke*ass n*gga, you ain’t eatin’, look at your ribs
in the hood with don p screamin’, “long live jig”
bro smoke a n*gga broad day like he do a cig’
i know he ain’t solid, you gon’ rat, you can’t do a bid
i should change my name to big gramz ’cause i do it big
you actin’ like you finna crashout, n*gga, do it then
it sound like a switch but it ain’t, i got a shooting pin
run up in my spot, i’m gon’ pop you like gucci mane
every time the hoes come around, you stank, you the dookie man
f*ck yn jay, please bring back the coochie man
ain’t no twenties in this f*ckin’ bankroll, i’ma boosie fan
on facetime with my young dog, we goin’ band for band
n*ggas always tellin’ on themselves on instagram
finesse a n*gga out his bankroll, he a different ham
these rap n*ggas out here bike ridin’, but i’m different, man
you out here tryna save all these hoes, you superman
i’m tired of payin’ full price for clothes, i need a booster, man
slide down on them f*ck n*ggas in a doonie van
i got the head, she gon’ give me p*ssy when the movie end
scary movie, i’ma shoot this b*tch with my other hand
i got all this money by myself, they need another man
ten after ten after ten, i need a rubber band
i bet if f*ck her one time, she let f*ck again
you spent all your money on them hoes, now you stuck again
i realize i fell in love with her when i stuck it in
bro said he had a lane on the pills, i said, “plug me in”
we can f*ck but i can’t cuff you if you f*ck my friend
[chorus]
ysr, n*gga, we ain’t ysl
i had to tell lil’ bro chill, that lil’ n*gga bad as h*ll
i’m on the phone with dee rich, he smokin’ za in jail
i ain’t yfn lucci, but i’m fly as h*ll
he a b*tch, he ain’t on sh*t in irl
if the ‘bows for the low, i’ma buy and sell
don’t ask me to sell my glock, this b*tch not for sale
draco for you big n*ggas like shaq o’neal

- ysr gramz lyrics

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