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wtf - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
enrgy made this one

[ysr gramz]
huh, i’m tryna run it up
i want some head from that hoe, i don’t wanna f*ck
that ain’t no dog that you selling n*gga that’s a mutt
this ain’t no gg number 4 n*gga this some runts

[kasher quon]
bought some gorilla glue and told the n*gga it was pink runts
a n*gga tried to rob me and i shot him with a black pistol
just caught one of my opps in the hood riding a bicycle
just shot one of my opps at the ice cream truck getting a popsicle

[ysr gramz]
.5 smoking ass n*gga all you roll is blunts, you gon’ turn into a b*tch when you ain’t got no gun
get a n*gga k!lled for sneak dissing before he drop his song, wifi using n*gga you ain’t got no phone

[kasher quon]
i just f*cked a b*tch last night, she ain’t have no phone
and i had to kick that b*tch out, she ain’t have nowhere to go
told my mans to roll 3 grams, he ain’t know how to roll
i’m in the strip club with the dancers clutching on my pole

[ysr gramz]
my n*gga know i’m sliding with him if he right or wrong
no i don’t f*ck with the bins, n*gga buy some bowls
you can give me $1,200 i’ll write your song
i tell the truth to my b*tch i don’t lie no more

[kasher quon]
a label just offered my a deal, i don’t swipe no more
and i’m in the studio freestyling, i don’t write no more
f*cked that lil b*tch 7 times, don’t wanna f*ck her no more
shot that lil n*gga 5 times, i wanna shoot him some more

[ysr gramz]
bro say he done with the perc’s, can’t get high no more
dawg sneak dissing on the net, we gon’ wipe his nose
i’m from flint, a n*gga probably k!ll you for an ounce of dope
you on your period lil b*tch? don’t you got a throat?

[kasher quon]
i’m tired of designer, bout to go and buy a nike coat
just beat a n*gga ass and shot him up in some black forces
just got a b*tch pregnant, told her she gotta get a abortion
my mans just pulled with a pint of morton grove

[ysr gramz & (kasher quon)]
oh you got some gucci’s on, but them sneakers old
(i’m finna buy some off*white 1’s from sneaker legends)
finna slide with my glock, that’s my secret weapon
(scammed a white n*gga through western union with a test question)
kasher, why you finessed him for them retro 7’s?
(this b*tch irritating, keep asking me can i buy her a present)
shoot a n*gga 31 times, send him straight to heaven
(a n*gga just said he got some act, but i think he jeffin’)
just bought a half [?] of runts, i am not blessing
(my cousin ran off with 2 zips, but i am not trippin’)
get my hands on a whole pint, i am not sippin’
(my ex b*tch broke, i just found out she trickin’)

[ysr gramz]
imma f*ck around and put lebeau in every hood
fat n*gga f*cked a b*tch for hours, i need 30 woods
you the type to get some flint fame and turn hollywood
sell a thousand grams in your hood, sh*t i probably could
n*ggas hatin’ on a scam artist, tryna stop they jugg
shoot the draco sideways, i’m finna pop his hood
my last b*tch was bad as h*ll, i should’ve knocked her up
stole some petty grams from [?], i should’ve popped you up

[kasher quon]
my mans in his feelings, he told me i’m acting hollywood
chillin’ out in cali, f*cked a b*tch from hollywood
just poured up some drink, now i need some jolly ranchers
i can’t find no lean today, so i’m throwing a temper tantrum
i ain’t have my glock, so i stabbed him with a back scratcher
your b*tch said she wanna f*ck me cause i’m a rapper
a n*gga just tried to rob me and i stabbed him
a b*tch just sent me some money and i scammed her

- ysr gramz lyrics

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