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yung sak runners - ysr gramz & driveway baby lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
i just got four wisdom tooth pulled, n*gga (ooh, sav k!lled it)
and i’m in this b*tch tryna rap, n*gga
what up, sav?

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
who the f*ck told my lil’ brother bring the k in here?
i got the glock, that n*gga bruce brung the drac’ in here
i don’t like beefin’, but motherf*ck it, we could take it there
he think he fresh in that ‘fit, that’s some basic gear
b*tch can’t suck d*ck, i know you hate it there
put my lil’ n*ggas on you, they ain’t gon’ play it fair
chopper take your hair off, sit in the barber chair
we ain’t k!ll him, only engraved his head, rasheed wallace hair
[verse 2: ysr bruce & driveway baby]
i could teach you boys some sh*t if you sit and listen
or i could tell you ’bout them trips and flips in the kitchen
or i could tell you ’bout them late nights in them trenches
but i’ll never speak on sh*t and make you my witness
n*ggas out here snitchin’, that sh*t bold as h*ll
how you hit the cell, turn on your dog? got that man an l
me and my n*ggas, we too solid, we’ll never fold
d*mn near beat brodie to death, found out that n*gga told
b*tch, we still on that, b*tch, we still slidin’
lil’ n*gga spoke on sav, now he still hidin’
ayy, n*ggas say they slidin’, never left the house
pop up at his crib and let this drac’ rip through his couch
this a one*man mission and i’m not missin’ (what up, gang?)
hundred rounds taped to the k, that’s just a day visit

[verse 3: driveway baby]
i done got up off my ass, i done made a way
i’m gettin’ to it in every way and now they wanna hate
they can talk all they want, i’m steady switchin’ states
flippin’ cash, grabbin’ bags, b*tch, my life been great
you can pick and choose, you want the glizzies or the drac’?
or i can pick, i’ma choose the mickey with the k
get a backshot, you’ll get ricky’d where you stay
this fiend in this b*tch gettin’ dizzy off the yay
f*ck these hoes, i’m only focused on the mission
i was f*cked up, now i got a heavy transmission
i be flyin’ in the hemi, v8 in the engine
try some bullsh*t, i bet somebody end up missin’
on that road, know it really get risky
but at the same time, it can really get litty
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
naw, i’m finna chase a n*gga down like russell west’
i just made twelve hundred dollars, i ain’t break a sweat
i’ll put my gun down and put you on your neck
boy, that’s some fake hi*tech, n*gga, what the heck?
in high school baggin’ grams up on the desk
drop fifty by myself like i play for the nets

[verse 5: ysr bruce]
poppin’ out with this k, sh*t, i’m finna lose
drac’ left a n*gga leanin’, glock left him clueless
just caught an opp danglin’ heavy, man, this n*gga stupid
i was mad at h*ll at quavis, he ain’t let me shoot him
yeah, long live sav
yeah, yung sak runner

- ysr gramz driveway baby lyrics

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