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[intro]
alabama (enrgy made this one)
you know who started this sh*t, man
you know who started this flow, n*gga
i got n*ggas in alabama rappin’ like—

[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh*t, i started as a trap n*gga
but all around the world, b*tch, i’m known as a rap n*gga
b*tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n*ggas
every n*gga you see me with gon’ zap n*ggas
every n*gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n*ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n*gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

[verse]
sh*t talkin’ takin’ off, sh*t, i told n*ggas
another rap check for 10k, i’m gettin’ cold with it
if you ain’t makin’ money off the bag, hit the road with it
i don’t give a f*ck where we at, i’m bringin’ pole with us
got this pint from my titi, i’m finna pour a four
we finna score on this one n*gga, we finna pick and roll
tender*ass n*gga wanna k!ll ’cause i hit his ho
money conversation with the label, it’s just me and mo
yeah, b*tch, it’s just me and reece
this n*gga got a lot of jewelry on, but his sh*t cheese
n*ggas gotta thank ysr and thank peezy
b*tch, i feel like john cena, n*ggas can’t see me
i’m a beecher n*gga, on my mama, n*ggas can’t beat us
fly my n*ggas out and have your b*tch cook a steak for heaters
d*mn, i just dropped ashes in my f*ckin’ pop
you always askin’ questions, lil’ b*tch, is you a f*ckin’ cop?
i ain’t tryna hear, is you gon’ let a n*gga f*ck or not?
i’ma back door them n*ggas that’s tryna plot
soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon’ f*ckin’ flop
have a dyk* beat your ass, i’ll call up tot
you just a hatin’*ass n*gga, you is not my opp
a n*gga link in the stu’ with me, he gettin’ his ass boxed
yeah, b*tch, i call that sh*t box.com
pull up to a n*gga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
how is you a shooter? you hangin’ with the n*gga that dropped the dime
if they ain’t f*ckin’ with your music, it is not your time
i’ll have my n*gga slide on you, he look like sideshow bob
i put money over b*tches, i’m with the f*ckin’ mob
the sh*t i made off of rap, i’m like, “f*ck a job”
if you throw me in the jungle, i’ma beat the odds
if we agree to put the guns down, i’ll beat my opps
[chorus]
ysr gramz, sh*t, i started as a trap n*gga
but all around the world, b*tch, i’m known as a rap n*gga
b*tch cute, but she broke, tryna trap n*ggas
every n*gga you see me with gon’ zap n*ggas
every n*gga you see me with got a gun on him
free driveway, i heard some n*ggas out here told on him
you would never see me hangin’ with a bold n*gga
i know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger

- ysr gramz lyrics

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