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a r p - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
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i’m so muhf*ckin’ high right now
yung sak runner, free rio, free dee rich

[chorus]
auntie called me with an eight, i’m finna buy it all
bro do head taps with his glock, he a tryhard (f*ckin’ tryhard)
i’m finna call my striker plug, i’m tryna buy a car (where you at?)
i know a n*gga that walk your ass down, he ain’t got a car (he don’t own one)
try to reach, get hit with this arp
got a drum in my stick, i work for kfc
he got ones in his roll, he work for kod (work for kod)
that drank just put a n*gga to sleep, it just k.o.’d me (it just k.o.’d)
[verse 1]
i got a bankroll on me, but my tank on e (my tank)
what type of gun you got on you? i got a drac’ on me (i got a drac’ on me)
my lil’ cousin talkin’ ’bout, “what do draco mean?” (what do draco mean?)
you pay what for that drank? that’s some fake codeine (that’s a fake one)
he put his pop in the freezer, he got a wock’ slush (got a wocky slush)
you don’t f*ck on no hoes, get your thots up (get your thots up)
make me mad and get your crash dummy popped up
my b*tch ain’t toxic, but shе love doin’ pop*ups
don’t get hit in your back with this diamondback (with this diamondback)
take a rap n*gga chain, hе want his diamonds back (he want his diamonds back)
backwood and a perc’, that’s a party pack (that’s a party pack)
i’m a real trap n*gga, b*tch, i hardly rap
i let unc’ smell the ps, he said he like these (i let unky do that)
i sent johnny to the store for some white tees
i know a fiend from flint look like spike lee (look like who?)
i got n*ggas out here rappin’ off my type beats (no cap)

[chorus]
auntie called me with an eight, i’m finna buy it all (finna buy it)
bro do head taps with his glock, he a tryhard
i’m finna call my striker plug, i’m tryna buy a car
i know a n*gga that walk your ass down, he ain’t got a car
try to reach, get hit with this arp (with this arp)
got a drum in my stick, i work for kfc (i work for kfc)
he got ones in his roll, he work for kod (he work for kod)
that drank just put a n*gga to sleep, it just k.o.’d me (it just k.o.’d)
[verse 2]
bro got percs, i got ‘za, we got what you need (we got what you need)
free my lil’ n*gga chad and free kd (free kd, n*gga)
if you ain’t a real n*gga, get away from me (get away from me)
while i run this money up, is you gon’ wait for me? (bet she not)
i just caught another case, i got a case to beat (i got another one)
this ten*milli’— alright
this ten*milli’ glock shoot just like a drac’ to me
ayy, put the flash on them pills, they look fake to me
this b*tch want my d*ck bad, she wanna rape me
you ain’t ever stashed the ‘bows in the bas*m*nt (n*ggas never)
i’m shootin’ dice with this n*gga, tryna break him
my son asleep, my phone steady slappin’, hope i don’t wake him

- ysr gramz lyrics

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