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this a wayne beat? - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
this a wayne beat
yeah, this a wayne beat
yop

[verse]
this a gramz verse
i could teach you how to get it, you gotta scam first
you could still pull up on lebeau and get ham served
my n*gga on a computer all day, but he is not no nerd
7.62s in the clip make him hit the curb
chopstick’ll make a n*gga dance like you got served
n*gga yo’ daddy was a fiend, n*gga, he got served
i’m finna pick my white boy up, he got a ‘script for perc’s
showin’ love on them b*tches, let me sell ’em first
i’m a hustlin’ ass n*gga, i can sell you dirt
i ain’t even gotta hit thе road, i can sell a verse
i was still gеtting to the money in a pelle shirt
i just stuffed yo’ b*tch with that sh*t, now her belly hurt
five hunnid’ dollar plate, pull up at the deli first
if i send them 5.7s at you, bet them b*tches hurt
all that sneak dissin’ sh*t, that sh*t for the birds
when yo’ n*gga switch up on you, that sh*t be the worst
all yo’ friends dead, n*gga i think you cursed
so many n*ggas on your head, i hope we get you first
i know some n*ggas mad as h*ll, they can’t get a verse
a n*gga owe a couple thousand, pay me by the first
three*point*five in this ‘wood, we don’t pop perc’s
my n*gga chad made a twenty ball before the twenty first
he ain’t even twenty*one yet, you n*ggas twenty hurt
i freestyle on everything, i ain’t write a verse
he done went broke for that ho, now his pockets hurt
you wanna hang with the gang? show me how a chopper work
so many blues in my pants like papa smurf
fan want my autograph, put it on his shirt
i got a boostin’ ass b*tch, she put it in her purse
i got a lot of pretty money on me, like that n*gga kurt
i can get a n*gga whacked, do you want a shirt?
if a n*gga play with gang gang, put him in the dirt
can’t let a n*gga slow me down like the green syrup
boolin’ in atlanta, buyin’ shoes, i just seen herb’
getting head in the crib, watching phineas and ferb
i smoke big backwoods, sh*t look like a t*rd
fifty rounds in the clip, that b*tch got a curve
i got aim with this b*tch, i could hit a bird
when them b*tches hit yo’ ass, they gon’ hit a nerve
i’m smokin’ real zaza, this is not no herb
you can’t take sh*t from me, i am not no gerb
i like real grown b*tches, i am not no perv’
you ain’t hit sh*t when you slid, you just hit the curbs

- ysr gramz lyrics

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