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lirik lagu no friends – ysr gramz

[chorus: ysr gramz]
when that pack touch down, tax like uncle sam
when we shooting, we ain’t putting n*ggas on cam
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, no, you ain’t my mans
[?] ain’t got no friends
when that pack touch down, tax like uncle sam
when we shooting, we ain’t putting n*ggas on cam
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, no, you ain’t my mans
[?] ain’t got no friends

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
cause i ain’t got no friends
[?] ride with my n*ggas, till the world ends
n*gga sneak dissing, put that barol to his f*cking head
i’m smoking weed getting head, tryna go to bed
n*ggas tryna slide right now, my n*gga off the meds
i tried to tell my lil n*gga chill, [?] the feds
my lil cousin playing with the chop, he almost hurt himself
if n0body got my back, then i got myself
i was really broke, now i’m [?]
i got [?] on my back, tryna catch mysеlf
hold on, let me catch myself
trеat you n*ggas like one of my kids, beat you with a belt
you out here tryna f*ck lil b*tches, you gon’ go to jail
[?] sent it to myself, bro, catch the mail
we screaming [?] when we see 12
[?] lil n*gga, just be yourself
me and my lil brother [?]
n*gga, ain’t n0body made me, i just made myself
i heard some n*ggas on your head, you better fake your death
this wood hitting hard as h*ll, i can’t catch my breath
[chorus: ysr gramz]
when that pack touch down, tax like uncle sam
when we shooting, we ain’t putting n*ggas on cam
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, no, you ain’t my mans
[?] ain’t got no friends
when that pack touch down, tax like uncle sam
when we shooting, we ain’t putting n*ggas on cam
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, no, you ain’t my mans
[?] ain’t got no friends

[verse 2: babytron]
zaza, take a puff, i’m on top now
lala, ball like miller [?]
[?] yelling slime now
free my baby out that lil b*tch, he knocking time down
your sh*t ticking like a time bomb
[?] vibes, b*tch, i’m sipping on fine wine now
went and got an ar with the flash, you can’t hide now
[?] how we ride round
we ain’t hit you with a k
[?] fade away, hit [?]
they say i don’t be in the city, b*tch, i stay here
throwing sh*t on me in the club, grab some rain gear
or you gon’ get wet
[?] that ain’t it, you gon’ get stretched
we gon’ spin around, right right, we don’t [?] left
turtle pie, this sh*t loud as h*ll, [?]
yeah, yeah
run it up, b*tch, i had to use my [?]
drop that lil b*tch, then i’m gone, i get [?]
ysr and the sh*ttyboyz, we [?]

- ysr gramz

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