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mmp - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
yeah, okay
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yop, what she say?
ooh, sav, you tripped, n*gga

[chorus]
f*ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (mmp)
h*ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee
i know some n*ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg (they’re not mmg)
i know some n*ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (in the regencies)

[verse 1]
if it’s opps in this party, we gon’ make ’em leave (get ’em outta there)
put a belt on them n*ggas, we gon’ make ’em bleed
i put them vvs in my mouth, they gon’ hate to see (bling)
i don’t f*ck with f*ck n*ggas, n*ggas fake to me (n*ggas fake)
forty bands the long way look like cake to me (look like birthday cake)
fast dude in the whip, we ain’t chasin’ him (we chasin’ that n*gga)
b*tch thought i was passin’ my ‘wood, but i’m facin’ it (face it)
if i pour this lean with you, you better not waste it (better not waste it, n*gga)
she know how to suck d*ck good and she got braces (she got braces in her)
if i spread this whole roll, you gon’ see faces, n*gga (you gon’ see blue faces)
in miami with my jit, he a haitian n*gga (he a haitian)
you ever ran some money up in shoes with no laces, n*gga? (naw, n*gga, you ain’t never did that)
my n*gga said he ain’t got no—
my n*gga said he ain’t got no money, i’m finna make it with him
he asked me should he leave his gun home? you better take it with you (you better take it)
oh, this the last percocet, i’m finna break it with you (better break this b*tch)
[chorus]
f*ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (was an mmp)
h*ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee
i know some n*ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg (they not mmg)
i know some n*ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (naw, no cap)
f*ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (no cap)
h*ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee (they goin’ down thew ay)
i know some n*ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg
i know some n*ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (no cap, though)

[verse 2]
that weed trash, how you know? ’cause you ain’t get it from me (you ain’t get it from gramz)
thirty shots in this glock ’cause they thirty deep
i get these ‘bows out from oakland where curry be (where that n*gga curry at)
hit his ass with this glock stick, it need emergency
get pumps in your sh*t for disrespect, show some courtesy (f*ck that n*gga, man)
broke*ass, aight, okay (broke*ass n*gga)
broke*ass, old*ass n*gga, you like thirty*three (you like thirty*three, n*gga)
talkin’ ’bout he was a dope boy, he went to jail for a burglary
she want a n*gga with some money ’cause her dad was broke (her dad was broke as h*ll)
if you ain’t tryna run it up, what you trappin’ for?
you be out here dissin’ the dead, what you lackin’ for? (keep quiet, n*gga)
if you ain’t finna shoot that b*tch, what you rack it for? (rack it for)
you gon’ start gettin’ the money when the pistons ball (what?)
a n*gga tried to shoot a shot on my block, but he bricked ’em all
i put my— (alright)
i put my kids on her tongue, but she l!cked ’em off (ugh)
we got locked with that, somebody tipped ’em off (somebody tipped them b*tches)
this street sh*t real as h*ll, don’t get tricked off
i know a sixteen*year*old gettin’ bricks off (naw, for real)
i’m finna sh*t on everybody ’cause i’m p*ssed off
[outro]
i’ma sh*t on these dumb*ass n*ggas, you hear me?
yung sak runner, young money getter, n*gga, you know what this ysr sh*t stand for, n*gga
better get off of your ass

- ysr gramz lyrics

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