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neiman or saks - ysr gramz & enrgy beats lyrics

[intro: babytron]
(alloutw4r)
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam, dumbass, you know?
live from the lab, what up, gramz?
ayy, huh (313 mafia)

[verse 1: babytron]
if i catch you in that goose coat, it ain’t no flockin’
riding with the sniper gang, i feel like yak
you ain’t had the stilpane, it feel like act’
bro off two 30s wonderin’ why he feel like that
sh*t, it’s all*out war, i’m with the mafia
the shrooms really don’t mix good with insomnia
f*f*f*f*f*f*fully, fully switchy f*ck your body up
heard they want some beef, we turned they spot to a hibachi truck
you a grown*ass man with lil’*boy pape’
this the baby version, totin’ lil’*boy drac’
dipped into the whippits, you might hear a lil’ voice change
told my shooter that i’m payin’ triple if it’s point blank

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
yeah, tron, give me 20k, i shoot ’em close range
i ain’t gon’ lie, i bought a chop before i bought chain
the way my shooter shoot that b*tch, he hall of fame
i’m tryna run it up and be on the floor at a pistons game
bro said he drunk so much drank, he don’t p*ss the same
moissanite diamonds in your sh*t, it don’t hit the same
i’m finna drop a big*ass chain like i’m t*pain
n*ggas out here doin’ anything for some free fame
a hundred*some shots in this b*tch, i’ll make it rain
with gang at the bet awards takin’ n*gga chains
put the switchy on his head, aim at his brain
this a draco in my pants, i don’t need a cane
[verse 3: babytron]
even if you rockin’ skinny jeans, you gon’ need a belt
i’ll pull a fifty quickly, he gon’ need some help
overdid the drank, like, every time i drink, i belch
overdid the shrooms, like, every time i think, i melt
when they say the word goat, sh*t, i think myself
who the f*ck is you? who is y’all? i’ll be myself
ain’t no composition, like, only i can beat myself
lookin’ in the mirror at the top, can only see myself
granny say i’m c*cky, off a xanny, bro a zombie
(phew, phew, phew), your b*tch blow me while i blow the zotti
all this quagen in my body, sh*t, i gotta go and potty
i ain’t finna elmer fudd it, if you see me, hold the shotty

[verse 4: ysr gramz & babytron]
if i want a n*gga dead for the cheap, call johnny
rat*ass rapper got the cops tryna sign him
i got fire ‘za in this backwood, you can’t find it
the glock got a fast*forward b*tton on it, i’ll rewind you
they like, “ysr, where the f*ck you been?” i been grindin’
soon as i put these diamonds in my mouth, i’ll blind her
p*ssy wasn’t hittin’ on sh*t, she a dryer
n*ggas think sh*t sweet like a toy, n*gga, try me
n*gga said he did somethin’ to me, he a liar
he went to jail, couldn’t buy a lawyer, they fried him
he put his trust in them one n*ggas, they slimed him
i hit this b*tch for only ten minutes, she timed it
all these diamonds on my body, guarantee it that she eye me
i’m a black n*gga, but the ‘za got me lookin’ chinese
[outro]
(alloutw4r)
(313 mafia)

- ysr gramz enrgy beats lyrics

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