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lirik lagu ysr gramz & yn jay - gabe gang

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[intro: ysr gramz]
yung sak runner sh~t, n~gga, ysr
gabe gang (good lookin’, cali)

[verse 1: ysr gramz & yn jay]
i got a drum and a stick, i’m a marching band
they gave bro two more years, he had contraband
it got a switch and it blow, so i call it fan
you a grown lil’ boy, never had twenty bands
you can’t save everybody, you not superman
my young n~gga lived his whole life like gucci mane
we used to call that n~gga four one, now he the coochie man
i just roulette for ten bands and did the uzi dance (ahh)

[verse 2: yn jay]
n~gga called a ride, hopped out shootin’ out an uber van
n~gga set a play, it didn’t work, he thought he knew the plan
ar with the scope on it, seen him through the peephole
i like all the rich b~tches, you f~ck all the cheap hoes
i like all the thick b~tches, i like all the bad b~tches
glock with a b~tton on it, you ain’t never had switches
you ain’t never came up then f~cked up the bag, n~gga
you ain’t never had no real k!llers on your ass, n~gga

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
friday after next, you heard what happened to the last n~ggas
you better stop playin’ and get a motherf~ckin’ bag, n~gga
i’m really like that, don’t never treat me like no rap n~gga
get a n~gga wrapped like a f~ckin’ chicken wrap, n~gga
they got switches out here, i’ll never scr~p with you
a cap rapper paid me for a feature, i ain’t cap with him
i don’t beat hoes up, but i’ll smack women
my b~tch found out i was cheatin’ and she cracked windows
[verse 4: yn jay]
bm dub, it’s a droptop, it ain’t got no ceilings
bro sell so much dog, he got four kennels
gang hit the road so deep, they got four rentals
n~gga died, he ain’t have no gun, ain’t got no pistol
bro lost his mind in the booth, ain’t got no mental
n~gga said he grew up in the hood, he used to go to bendle

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
bro caught a body, ain’t tell n0body, he a smooth k!ller
broke~ass n~gga ain’t got sh~t, you a shoe stealer
i love a ghetto b~tch from the hood like glorilla
i ain’t have a pops, he was locked, you had a p. miller
you a b~tch and a dude, you bruce jenner
we just dropped a six in a pop, it’s barely juice in it
i really wanna f~ck megan thee stallion, give me two minutes
a n~gga touch my chain, it’s gon’ be two k!llings

[verse 6: yn jay]
new jewelry hittin’ like lightning, they think zeus did it
i don’t need no cap to spin my whip, i got the coupe spinning
i left all my hoes in the past, i need some new b~tches
i’m still ridin’ in an old school with the roochie spinning
hit his car with so many shots, he need a new transmission
i can tell he ain’t got no aim ’cause when he shoot, he missing
n~gga locked, no hope for gettin’ out unless he shoot the witness
(why the f~ck y’all send that crash dummy on that stupid mission?)


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