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lirik lagu ysr gramz & yn jay - beecher mafia

beecher mafia lyrics
[intro]
(313 mafia)
[?] not gunna lie, this beat hard

[verse 1]
if its smoke in the air we can’t talk about it
n~gga drivin’ crazy in the skat, he got took up out it
juss’ cuz you got a gun on you, you won’t shoot n0body
he got a big ass grenade, he finna blew somebody
oops, i mean blow somebody
n~gga you prolly owe somebody, forty thousand dollars in his pocket, he don’t own no wallet
b~tch i barely went to school, n~gga m~th~ f~ck a college
cuttin’ n~ggas off on my side, they can’t keep it solid
you ain’t real, you ain’t slidin’ with your guys
hit the gas, hone, nd’ make that b~tch come alive
h~ll yhea i bang b’s nd’ my n~ggas doin’ five
you ain’t even gotta ask me, h~ll yhea imma ride
imma slide on that n~gga, why you liеd on yo n~ggas
cut that n~gga off, he testified on his n~ggas
show mе three hundred somethin’ k, d~mn there cried for my n~ggas
jump out with that k, like surprise young n~ggaaah
i remember i was broke, i d~mn near cried to my n~gga
ridin’ around on hot wheel, im finna ride with my n~gga
close ranged headshot, you see the fire in the n~gga
r.i.p my n~gga [?], feel like i died with my n~gga
oh you was my n~gga [?], you did time with my n~gga
kidnapped boy, i throw you in the trunk, i drive with a n~gga
dog hidin’ in the crib, i finna slide on his n~ggas
big ass gun got me walkin’ crazy
flawless grill in my mouth, got me talkin’ crazy
big ass hole on my barrel, got it sparkin’ crazy
i ain’t feed my pit bull in days, got it barkin’ crazy
make pam get the f~ck out, they say martin crazy
oh you must don’t got apple music, i be chartin’ crazy
first one at the finish line, but i be startin’ lazy
i juss’ pulled up in a big body, got me~ ahhh
i juss’ pulled up in a big body got me parkin’ crazy
you ain’t made no money all year, you been starvin’ lately
oh you had a car, you must’ve lost it, you’ve been walkin’ lately
you been driinkin’ all that bullsh~t lean, got you fartin’ crazy
yhea everywhere i go, i be servin’ fiends, i be servin’ crazy
the way i [?] grams, got the bowls, you be rollin’ [?]
bro walkin’ with the mic grown like he strollin’ babies
gotta hundred somethin’ [?], well i prolly even served your auntie
like a pair of trick dice, n~gga i do you janky
f~cked around nd’ almost shot my brother cuz he tried to prank me
i juss’ had to beat my fiend ass cuz he tried to gank me
i’m in that gxp goin’ fast, man who tryin’ race me?
i gotta play for two bands, is you finna take me?
i’m on the east side, [?], me at daily
i juss’ got into it with my b~tch, bout to replay[?]
let this k off, it gon’ sound like ten m80’s
i’ll send yo ass to the devil like a free nation
dearest pop out with that mask, you think you seen jason
[?] on the [?], im a play maker
hittin’ cali then oregon, imma risk taker

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