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spicy mcnugget - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
([?] got the heat)
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[chorus]
i*i’ll never f*ck with no rat, free the real ones
i’ma stay down and trap whatever ’til a mil’ come
n*gga said he banned me from his hood, i’ll still come
i took the condom off, ’cause i really couldn’t feel nothin’
show a n*gga how to get a million, he’ll still front me
free drich out the chain gang, he’ll k!ll for me
b*tch got a bbl on her but she still ugly
old beggin’*ass b*tch want a n*gga to pay a bill for her

[verse]
n*ggas need to hit the gun range ’cause they can’t score
mama said, “don’t let a n*gga take from you”, but i’ll take yours
you can’t slime me ’cause i’m the n*gga at the back door
gramz a real n*gga, what the f*ck he gon’ cap for?
when i’m on the road with them ‘bows, i drive a ford
n*ggas go broke on a ho and cry to the lord
dog*ass n*gga hittin’ this b*tch on all fours
got a white b*tch from swartz creek, say i’m hardcore
the way i shoot the glock, them lil’ n*ggas think i’m paul george
i’m tryna shoot dice in the six, i’m finna call [?]
i be throwin’ b’s for no reason ’cause i’m so d*mn bored
i’m a trap n*gga, that’s the reason why i rock forces
the streets f*cked up, rat and street n*ggas joinin’ forces
i swear to god, you put your hand on bro, n*gga, i’m gon’ torch you
if it ain’t about no money, it’s not important
hit him with this glock and left his ass like the sign on jordan
wake up and trap all day ’til the next mornin’
they like how that n*gga get rich ’cause i kept recordin’
i don’t give a f*ck, everywhere i go i’m strapped with .40
how you hatin’ on a young n*gga? your ass almost forty
you is not a real beecher n*gga if you don’t know porky
everybody know if i get rich, i’ma pass the [?]
i know you got money, but you chatty, your lil’ ass a dorky
in the d, just left the studio, i’m finna grab some coney
you be givin’ hoes all your money, boy, your ass bologna
chief keef, they give me three hundred, i’m finna ball like kobe
i’m in the ‘jects throwin’ fours, i don’t live roney
n*ggas’ll act like it’s beef when they know they owe you
in flint, it don’t cost nothin’ to put them n*ggas on you
n*ggas start beefin’, then they put the people on you
i’ma always press n*ggas if they speakin’ on me
i’m finna charge a n*gga ten bands, he want a feature from me
[chorus]
i*i’ll never f*ck with no rat, free the real ones
i’ma stay down and trap whatever ’til a mil’ come
n*gga said he banned me from his hood, i’ll still come
i took the condom off, ’cause i really couldn’t feel nothin’
show a n*gga how to get a million, he’ll still front me
free drich out the chain gang, he’ll k!ll for me
b*tch got a bbl on her but she still ugly
old beggin’*ass b*tch want a n*gga to pay a bill for her

[outro]
old beggin’*ass b*tch want a n*gga to pay a bill for her

- ysr gramz lyrics

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