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made for it - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
i still get a ‘bow in and get a ‘bow sold
i just beat this lil’ b*tch down off a gopro
she got some fire*ass head, call her goat throat
like some bullsh*t weed, they don’t want no smoke
i’m the type to get the p*ssy from her, then go ghost
my n*gga dropped a 2026, he came no note
yeah, that mean he paid cash for that b*tch
i ain’t never got sh*t for free, i paid for that sh*t
stayed down a hundred*eighty days, prayed for this sh*t
801 baby, beecher boy, i’m made for this sh*t
i just need some head from you, baby, i had a long day
i ain’t used to have all this sh*t, i came a long way
i’m from the trenchеs, i done been in shootouts, n*gga, broad day
i’m at the nino tryna throw thesе points, n*gga, the hard way
i’m tryna buy my kids everything, they wanna arcade
need to sell that gun back to him, you got no aim
i’ll probably pay for it, i got no game
same n*gga hatin’ on me got no name
take his sh*t, detwan love, he got no chain
bro don’t think before he shoot, he got no brain
james brown in here standin’ on their couch
b*tch, i grew up on lebeau, i’m just tryna make it out
you know chances makes champions? you gotta find a route
soon as them b*tches touchdown, you know i get ’em in and out, yeah, hmm
yeah, feel like i’m made for it
wake up and get money, i was made for it
lame*ass n*gga, get off your ass, you ain’t made for it
before i go to sleep, i count up what i made, boy
i don’t give a f*ck how you get it, get paid, boy
i had to take that sh*t down south ’cause they paid more
“why you always ot?” ’cause i make more
you can get it like me, what you hate for?
beecher baby, n*ggas always hated us
n*gga probably mad ’bout a b*tch ’cause she ate it up
you ever count a hundred bands? you get paper cuts
i threw earl the blue strip, told him, “take me up”
every time i took a l, i went and made it up
still got turnt off this sh*t, they ain’t wanna turn me up
2019, n*ggas want the gramz flow back
my n*gga high off the percs like kodak
you ain’t even have to tell ’em that ’cause they ain’t know that
that lil’*ass money that you flashin’, i’ll blow that
hmm, n*ggas know how i’m rockin’
’09 lebron, these n*ggas can’t stop me
i can get it to you fast, n*gga, a$ap rocky
please don’t call a n*gga phone if your ass ain’t coppin’

- ysr gramz lyrics

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