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bakin fish - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i ain’t gon’ lie, if i go broke, i’ma rob people
two glocks, a draco, and an ar, i’m with five people
i’m finna go spend all this money, i did five features
your boyfriend broke, he f*cked up, he can’t grind either
i’m so high right now, i think i got a fever
my white boy the plug on the pints, i call him justin bieber
i’m in la, finna make them ‘bows land in beecher
i’ma hit you with this glock, i won’t bob and weave you
dead n*ggas in this ‘wood, i be smokin’ people
i’m throwin’ b’s in the party, n*ggas know how i rock
you go to jail right now, n*gga, you gon’ rot
i’m the ceo n*gga, yeah, i run my block
i guarantee a n*gga gon’ get dropped if i send a shot
we gon’ run them n*ggas out the hood if they set up shop
i just bought three lines, i’m finna pour it in a pop
i’ll put this draco down and give your ass some knocks

[verse 2: scatz]
fiend don’t like to smoke it out the pipe, so he don’t hit the same
i’ll cut your hands off if you hit my drank
my lil’ n*gga not tryna slide, i made him walk the plank
four opps, the same k, that’s just one day
seen bro lock in, i did the same thing
do what i want, it’s in my head that i’ma take that sh*t
unc’ said he got twenty k, i’m finna take a hit
hit him in the back with the ar, watch his shoulders stiff
glock 19 in my coat, bet you ain’t notice it
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
we got the kitchen smellin’ funky like we bakin’ fish
my young n*gga like to slide, he keep takin’ hits
man, my n*gga on the road takin’ trips
mama caught me cookin’ white stuff, i told her i was makin’ grits
i got the peen in her mouth, she get the taste of p*ss
you been a ho since middle school, boy, you ain’t takin’ sh*t
got three words for a b*tch, take this d*ck
modern— uh, alright
that’s what my ho sound like when the b*tch naggin’
gucci windbreaker, matchin’ shoes, this is big fashion
twenty*five hundred for this coat, this is big fashion
bunch of jewelry around my neck, gold buffs, this is vic fashion
karo a n*gga drank, this is hit fashion
in the kitchen tryna cook a baby, this is whip fashion

- ysr gramz lyrics

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