lirik lagu yn records & yn jay - bar 4 bar
[intro: grindhard e]
yeah, alright
yeah
jay, this what we doin’?
[verse 1: grindhard e & yn jay]
[?] so sticky on my hands, it feel like tree sap
i’m in the woods posted with a stick like a tree branch
just jumped in the water, you just now gettin’ your feet wet
water on my neck blind a b~tch, made her seasick
five percent tint around the whip, you can’t see sh~t
they told me if i didn’t go to school, i wouldn’t be sh~t
did some bullsh~t and prayed to god, i had to repent
they said coochie, he the part two, i dropped a remix
you ain’t smokin’ exotic weed, why you smokin’ all that cheap sh~t?
free je, free ree, free drich
[verse 2: ysr gramz, krispylife kidd & yn jay]
if i fall off off of rap, i’ma hit a l!ck
fancy n~gga dressed the noodles up with a beef stick
we finna box the opps in like a deep~dish
i ain’t stalkin’, but i’m outside the window on some creep sh~t
my right hand mike tyson, bro, i sleep sh~t
got the b~tch p~ssy goin’— on some queef sh~t
i don’t f~ck with weird~ass rapper, you on meek sh~t
i’ma cut him with testers, i’m a fiend chaser
blew that n~gga brains in the air, i’m a dream chaser
spread a n~gga whole pile with turfs, i’m a weed maker
i cut a n~gga lean with a machete, i’m a lean maker
pulled up with that boom bing (d~mn), bing banger (alright)
[verse 3: yn jay & grindhard e]
i took my pants to mrs. kera, she a jean maker
b~tch sellin’ p~ssy, they think we made her
pass a b~tch to the whole squad, she a team player
i caught a blunt, smokin’ on hibachi mixed with three flavors
burned a n~gga body to the ashes, i’m finna cremate him
almost k!lled a n~gga playin’ both sides, but i didn’t ’cause he a [?] maker
build a b~tch up, break her down, start over, then remake her
n~ggas askin’ ’bout spice talkin’, i’m the creator
[verse 4: ysr gramz & krispylife kidd]
n~gga try to run from the drac’, i shot all ankles
beat my b~tch ass in the closet here with all hangers
bro said he gon’ catch a body when he get off papers
young n~gga took his whole advance, bought all bangers
i just hit this b~tch on cam’ from all angles
feel like john wick with the bl!ck, shot from all angles
i feel like john cena, i’m wearin’ jean shorts
nasty n~gga, serve a gram, then make the fiend squirt
i just drunk a whole six, i gotta lean burp
tryna celebrate the win, i threw up my team perks
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