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king james - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
n*gga, f*ck, oh sh*t, sh*t, f*ck

[verse]
big wop, b*tch, i’m back on that bullsh*t (big wop)
my opp went to jail, they beat his ass in the bullpen (jumped on that n*gga)
i don’t wanna smoke this backwood ’cause it’s too thin (i won’t)
you the type of n*gga cuff a b*tch and try to move in
my lil’ brother pulled up on the block with like two fns (like two fns)
the b*tch ain’t let me f*ck, now i’m finna f*ck two of her friends
i told that b*tch come and suck my d*ck while i count up bands (while i count it up)
just ’cause we from the same hood don’t mean you my mans
he tried to run from the switch, he ain’t have a chance
i remember wasn’t n0body f*ckin’ with me when i ain’t have no bands (they wasn’t f*ckin’ with me)
feds got behind the scat pack, we got up out the jam (we got up outta there)
i’m mad as h*ll, ain’t got my gun, i’m finna punch his head
in the stu’ rollin’ backwoods, i’m finna punch in (f*ck)
got a n*gga baby mama bent over doin’ that one dance (doin’ that one dance)
i be servin’ everybody, i’m a lunch man (i’m a lunch man)
you get sent to the store, you the blunt man (what the f*ck?)
you know i’m rockin’ with lebron, f*ck jumpman (f*ck jordan)
bro said he wanna throw up the b’s and got jumped in (beat that boy)
i’m finna call block logic, he got dumps in
i got twenty*dollar eighths all month, i got runtz in (i got runtz in)
i got so much cheese on me, i work for cottage inn (i work for cottage inn)
how you takin’ pictures with him? that n*gga shot your mans (how the f*ck?)
you gon’ find out the hard way n*ggas not your friends (n*ggas not your people)
gramz, enough of all that sh*t, let me sh*t talk (okay)
brodie sellin’ everything, can make a brick walk (can make a brick walk)
shotty did knock your ass out, he a brick wall (he a brick)
these lil’ n*ggas poodles ’round this b*tch, i’m a big dog (i’m a big dude)
we ot, bro just f*cked a b*tch off a list crawl
this .308 in this small gun knock limbs off
track fly down my block on forgis, knock your rims off
b*tch, i’m always in the hood, zach randolph
your mans do all the shootin’, bro, you really soft (you really a ho)
buy it for the low, sell it high, i be gettin’ off (i be gettin’ off)
you ain’t put n0body on around this b*tch, you is not a boss
brodie done sipped so much d*mn lean, he turned into the hulk (ooh)
i ain’t tryna hear them n*ggas’ music, n*gga, turn it off (turn that sh*t off)
i whipped my d*ck out on this one b*tch and she ate it all (ooh)
i ain’t into f*ckin’ mma, but i’ll break your jaw (i’ll break your sh*t)
b*tch came over and got f*cked and went straight to the bar
don’t leave your scat runnin’ at my hood store, they’ll take your car (they gon’ take off)
without that f*ckin’ gun, you is not that hard (you a b*tch)
my b*tch started kissin’ on my neck, my d*ck got on hard (ooh)
i’ll pick the draco over the ar
bro just ran up twenty bands off a fake card (off a fake card)
brodie ain’t playin’ basketball, he finna take my charge (finna take my charge)
everybody with me got guns, we don’t need no bars (we don’t need ’em)
man, f*ck, i just ran out of weed, i gotta go to jars (f*ck)
[outro]
i gotta go to this bullsh*t*ass restaurant
that sell weed

- ysr gramz lyrics

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