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lirik lagu ysr gramz & enrgy beats - flint cypher

[intro: rmc mike]
aha, hm, hm, yeah
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yeah, alright, alright

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i think it’s time to get that money back in rotation
you got some pape’ to spend, drop the location
if i do it, i’m goin’ fed, f~ck some probation
feed him liquor like it’s bullets, got him so wasted
i spent a pretty penny on my wristw~tch
every five years, these n~ggas change like hip~hop
twelve thousand for the paint, came flip~flop
b~tch, i’m still gettin’ money, ain’t sh~t stop

[verse 2: grindhard e]
me and bro sippin’ drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top
told the plug send them ‘bows, he accidentally sent a brick out
when it’s a problem, i can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon’ flip out
b~tch p~ssy loose, when i tried to f~ck, my d~ck slipped out
fiend walked up to my whip, i told her— alright
fiend walked up to my whip, i told her kick rocks
n~gga put his hands on me like will smith, i would’ve k!lled him if i was chris rock
unc’ thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn’t sh~t lock

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
i’ma pull this gun out on you, i ain’t gon’ lip box
he a pair of big bs, put his ass in a big box
red beam on this glock stick make your whip stop
you the type of n~gga ask a n~gga, “can i rent your watch?”
(that’s chatty sh~t, lame~ass n~gga), that’s a goofy move
i have my b~tch give me sloppy head when i ain’t in the mood
put a silencer on the glock (pew, pew), sound like a 22
my lil’ n~gga a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty~two
[verse 4: rmc mike]
call gramz to send a hit, he yell, “hooty~hoo”
n~ggas’ll crash about a b~tch, that’s what coochie do
should i knock his head off? what would boosie do?
long hair, thick ass, p~ssy juicy fruit

[verse 5: grindhard e]
spin a block, tryna line him up like a rubik’s cube
he hit an eight~ball and lost it all, but he wasn’t shootin’ pool
doctor give the scripts to auntie faith for every month because she sixty~two
bein’ petty with the drank, i got a twelve and pour six twos

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
i was shippin’ ‘bows to lil’ bro like they ship shoes
stomped a n~gga out while i was hoopin’ in my gym shoes
beat a big n~gga ass, don’t give a f~ck if he was 6’2″
my n~gga get money, but he can’t rap, he like big lou

[verse 7: rmc mike]
how you out here trickin’ with a b~tch, but your rent due?
police on his ass, i’m like” lil’ bro, what the f~ck you done got into?”
wanna tell it all, but got n0body, i’m like who the f~ck i vent to?
takin’ high doses of the perc’ and the wock’ ’cause i got issues

[verse 8: grindhard e]
b~tch physically pretty, but she ugly in her mental
scared me, sent a text that said she late up on her menstrual
cycle, told the b~tch to beat it like i’m michael
b~tch psycho, she’ll talk crazy to you and try to fight you
[verse 9: ysr gramz]
thought i was buyin’ ‘bows, but got robbed, i just psych’d you
punched so many bars in, i might start a flint cypher
you would think roddy was my granddad how i piped her
p~ssy fire, b~tch went to jail, so i had to write her

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