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section - ysr gramz & louie ray lyrics

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’m the ittest n*gga out my section
a n*gga sneeze wrong around the guys, n*gga, i’m gon’ stretch him
told my n*gga run his money up, and he bet i blessed him
i’m smoking pluto right now, i just like the texture
i’m smoking pluto right now, yeah, that sh*t [?]
my n*gga in the lab with that [?] just like dexter
get a couple lines of that wok, please bring the measure
funny ass n*gga, we should call you sedric
told that b*tch don’t call my phone, please just text me
the chopstick got a kick like that n*gga kevin
backwood took a pass at me, i just rolled a 7
beat a n*gga ass in front of his mama, like that n*gga melvin
ou can tell it’s some zaza, n*gga, when you smell it
n*gga try one of my n*ggas, send him up to heaven
when i lost that bag to the air, i was like d*mn it
i spent my last 2000 on that sh*t
i was broke as h*ll, spent my last just to catch that sh*t
i don’t wannna [?], but when i do, i’ma cash that sh*t
gave my lil cousin a glock 9 and told him blast that b*tch
soon as he pop one of his opps, i’ma stash that sh*t
if the cops get behind us, b*tch, stash that sh*t
i’ma tumble on the block [?] your sh*t
[?] make you crash your sh*t
oh, you don’t wanna use your glock? n*gga, let me blast your sh*t
i’m an ugly black n*gga, i’ll still bag your b*tch
that ain’t your money you be posting, who cash is it?
all that weed you be posting, who bags is it?
mad ’cause i’m posted in the hood with cash and them
treat a bad b*tch like a sl*t, i be dragging them
everytime a n*gga sneak diss, i be asking them
don’t ask me ’bout no rappers, i ain’t rapping with them
he ain’t one of mine’s, if i ain’t never ever trap with him
[verse 2: louie ray]
next n*gga diss me, and i [?]
then walking in the kitchen, on my counter [?]
the next n*gga diss me, and [?] smacking him
and then walk in my kitchen, grab the toast out the cabnit
you know the key to cooking work is don’t expand
first, you gotta lock your hood down, then expand it
these n*ggas bumms, and they leading by example
if i want a n*gga dead, it’s like me blowing out a candle
when i’m fired up, they know i’m hard to handle
get to shooting first, how you make it hard to scramble
been out here, n*ggas know i’m not a random
they ain’t where they wanna be, that’s why they throwing tantrems
so many hoes on my head, tryna shake them like it’s dandrif
coochie man was putting gucci on the ‘gram, they tryna bann him
they see me lit, that’s why they call me handsome
i keep a book bag full of money, like a ransom
the back of the lack, that i drive like a fantom
trunk deep, you can ask him
n*ggas hate to see me with the pape, because they couldn’t have none
so much money off the rap, like a bag one
full cup of drank for this verse, now i ain’t have none

- ysr gramz louie ray lyrics

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