a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

b's & lsp - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[chorus]
big wop, the biggest bully ’round this muhf*cka
if you ain’t throwin’ b’s or lsp, we ain’t blood brothers
gotta cut these muhf*ckas off, cause they’re blood suckers
brodie got the p’s for 14, but the buzz ugly
i ain’t really gotta do sh*t, bro’ll blow you for me
i was tryna switch my hustle up, i made rap money
spent your last 20 on some weed, ain’t got gas money
beat her doonies down yn style, then i act funny

[verse]
n*gga touch me, i’ll put them demons on your ass dummy
ysr, bunch of young n*ggas gettin’ cash money
got the head out this one b*tch, yeah, she gagged on it
i cussed my shooter out, ’cause the m*th*f*cka lagged on me
you ain’t on sh*t, you let a n*gga take your strap from you
if you a bad b*tch, i throw some racks on you
got it on my own, i ain’t never had a big homie
i was in the stu’ on fenton road, ask big homie
b*tch, put that broke n*gga out, i know you sick of him
a n*gga disrespect gabe name, i’ma spit on him
that draco get to singin’ like rich homie
my n*gga trip around this b*tch, he got a brick on him
catch you ass while you at work, like craig & day*day
made it rain 100 somethin’ shots, i had to play ray j
i was young as h*ll on [?] drive, free that n*gga ak
free dj out that b*tch, i’m finna make a jpay
kobe bryant, 81 shots, that’s what i call my ak
i’m doin’ the race in a r/t, b*tch, i feel like tay*k
i think i want some head out your b*tch, let me call up kay*kay
man, i ain’t never did a scam, my name ain’t teejay
i got a lot of cake on me, b*tch, and it ain’t my bday
shoot a n*gga 22 times, free that n*gga cdai
i’m sellin’ everything, b*tch, my name ebay
i’m finna eat this b*tch p*ssy, ’cause it taste like cheesecake
huh, we can go hit*for*hit
every gun i ever f*ckin’ had, it came with a stick
i knew my lil n*gga was hittin’ the road, he came with a b*tch
no, he wasn’t doin’ credit cards, he came with a pit
no, i ain’t got to co*sign, i got a 20 strip
lyin’ ass n*gga talkin’ ’bout he sold 20 bricks
everything i got to hustle for, and i ain’t 26
i was f*cked up, down bad, and they ain’t give me sh*t
you should cut that b*tch off, she tried to give me lips
shoot that n*gga dead in his sh*t if he ever snitch
b*tch, i’m throwin’ big b’s and i’ll never switch
i was down south at my granny’s, she beat me with a switch
you can say i beat that b*tch ass, i beat her with my d*ck
this n*gga fresh as h*ll, but he broke, ain’t got 50 cent
shot all them shots, ain’t hit n0body, how the f*ck you miss?
you did all that dirt in the streets, how the f*ck you snitch?

- ysr gramz lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular