bb butcher - ysr gramz lyrics
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[intro: yn jay]
yaaaaaaaaa
yop
[chorus: ysr gramz]
if i hit him with this draco will he make it n*gga?
don’t come around here with chains on, they gone take it, n*gga
we really living what we talkin’ bout, we ain’t faking n*gga
i heard that lil n*gga f*ck with pigs, he got bacon in him
sent so many shots at that crib, left it vacant, n*gga
i’m high as h*ll thinking to myself, “will i make it?”, n*gga
i’m shooting dice throwing sevens i be breaking n*ggas
this b*tch p*ssy real good, put a baby in her
[verse: ysr gramz]
she never seen a bag of percocets, stuff eighty in her
f*ck around and roll a backwood, stuff kd in it
i broke a b*tch down, now she tryna take me to dinner
brodie out here spinning on blocks, he a fidgеt spinner
they left that n*gga stiff as hеll like a chicken tender
driving fast, tryna catch a opp, caught a fender bender
you in love with that b*tch, bro done been up in her
f*ck it, moncler supreme coat for the f*ckin winter
we gone ride on em like og’s did with the spinners
this b*tch ain’t worth sh*t, you think she a winner
n*gga, you ain’t got no hoes, cause they say you timid
now he on a dating app tryna find some hoes on tinder
we baptized his lil’ ass, cuz his ass a sinner
fell asleep off them drugs, almost crashed the rental
ain’t n0body walk down on loski, it was accidental
treat that gun like it ain’t yours, we ah sn*tch yo pistol
[chorus: ysr gramz]
if i hit him with this draco will he make it n*gga?
don’t come around here with chains on, they gone take it, n*gga
we really living what we talkin’ bout, we ain’t faking n*gga
i heard that lil n*gga f*ck with pigs, he got bacon in him
sent so many shots at that crib, left it vacant, n*gga
i’m high as h*ll thinking to myself, “will i make it?”, n*gga
i’m shooting dice throwing sevens i be breaking n*ggas
this b*tch p*ssy real good, put a baby in her
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
f&n five*seven get to shooting, sound like it’s [?]
i only like her for her head game, i text her that i miss her
she gave everybody head and you tryna kiss her
this lil’ b*tch tried to play me, so i f*cked her sister
f*cked around and fought a dyk* b*tch, i just punched yo sister
you a punk ass n*gga, oh, you ashton kutcher
in beecher throwing big b’s playing bb butcher
gave the p*ssy up to everybody, now this b*tch a hooker
oh, he think he a bad boy, the glock give em whoopin’s
i’m just like that n*gga scream, i be stabbing sisters
i’m smoking zaza right now but i used to smoke bookie
my lil’ cousin dropped out of school, they looked up to tookie
i like a ghetto ass b*tch, i want a b*tch like suki
i’m on stage with yn jay, i’m tryna grab her coochie
he just rolled up some bullsh*t weed, man it smell like dookie
i’m high as h*ll in the booth right now, my eyes look like boosie’s
[chorus: ysr gramz]
if i hit him with this draco will he make it n*gga?
don’t come around here with chains on, they gone take it, n*gga
we really living what we talkin’ bout, we ain’t faking n*gga
i heard that lil n*gga f*ck with pigs, he got bacon in him
sent so many shots at that crib, left it vacant, n*gga
i’m high as h*ll thinking to myself, “will i make it?”, n*gga
i’m shooting dice throwing sevens i be breaking n*ggas
this b*tch p*ssy real good, put a baby in her
[outro: rio da yung og]
what up loudboy?
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