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lirik lagu sound effect – ysr gramz

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy made this one)
did he really make this?

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
d*mn, it’s like five in the morning
i made five in my sleep, you n*ggas still yawning
been done shot this b*tch up while a n*gga performing
we finna hit california, then we goin’ to georgia
i kept that big b*tch ridin’ with me like that n*gga norbit
i’ll leave holes in your body size of a quarter
high as h*ll in this b*tch, bro, where is the water?
bro swiped in every d*mn state, he go across the border
a n*gga diss me, i ain’t biggie, ain’t givin’ out warnings
i ain’t pay my ticket in ohio, they gave me a warrant
twenty*three in this clip, i call this b*tch jordan
bro put his b*tch out the stu’ ’cause the b*tch was boring
told her shut the f*ck up while a n*gga recording
i got a drive*thru on my block, we’ll take your order
i made fifty thousand on this block, i feel like rich porter
she just sucked me and f*cked bro, man, this b*tch horrible
so many diamonds in my chain, man, them b*tches adorable
i know you got a lil’ money, well, b*tch, i got more than you
you cannot take one pill, take more than two
i just hit this b*tch at 8 am, this my morning boo
police really tryna ask me questions, i don’t have a clue
this n*gga kidd mad as h*ll ’cause he ain’t got no juice
this fn stuck to me like it played in glue
a n*gga play with my n*ggas, we gon’ rain on you, drrt
[interlude: ysr gramz & detwan love]
drrt, drrt, drrt
like (yeah)
drrt, drrt (slatt), drrt
b*tch (okay)

[verse 2: detwan love]
okay, my n*gga out here— yeah
okay, my n*gga out here f*ckin’ all these hoes and they don’t know he bold
i caught a case with a n*gga, it’s f*cked up he told
i ran out of bullets, so i hit him with the back of the stapler
you’d probably change on your n*ggas for some lil’ paper
i ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga who be smokin’ vapors
my b*tch told me to try somethin’ new, i think i’m finna rape her
choke my b*tch up in walmart like the undertaker
i’ll run off with a bag, i’m a risk*taker

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
(yeah, i’m a risk*taker)
went to the opp funeral and ate three plates
your b*tch make ro*tel, at mine, she just cook steak
i ain’t no handyman, but i’m finna pain
i ain’t gon’ lie, these the same drawers i had on yesterday
made 20k in these, i ain’t tryna change
i’m shinin’ like a star ’cause i got on all kinda chains
ham me? that’s like lettin’ anybody do my braids
snuck a knife in the club, yeah, i think i’m blade
in the club with a knife, yeah, i’m just like blade
them glasses don’t fit your sh*t, boy, them not your shades
better not put sh*t on gabe ’cause you is not with gang
don’t say sh*t to me or we tearin’ the club up
my n*ggas with me play dumb, they don’t know no stuff
i know n*ggas like you, you a ham, you some lunch
n*gga tried to rush me and i f*cked around and got him punched
[outro: krispylife kidd]
ahh
dumbass, dumbass, dumbass
dumbass, dumbass
ahh, dumbass

- ysr gramz

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