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lirik lagu ysr gramz - beecher to bompton

[intro]
(i got so much enrgy)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
n~gga, i’m from beecher (b’s up)
all my n~ggas is some creatures (yeah)
we gon’ slide in the— we gon’ slide in that eater
i want five for a feature (i want five)
you kissin’ on that b~tch, i wouldn’t keep her
n~ggas hoes, n~ggas ain’t on sh~t and they broke (yeah)
we got a chopper with a scope and i keep it in my coat
it get scary in the 810, n~ggas know
everywhere i go, i keep my pole (yeah)
everywhere i go, i get a low
a n~gga play with gramz, we gon’ do a n~gga bold (ayy, get that n~gga)
i don’t trust a soul, ’cause everybody fold
i’d rather hit the block and gеt it gone, you hit the road
slide on that n~gga, don’t bе shootin’ at no homes
7.62s broke his bones like i’m jones (get it?)
a n~gga hit my line talkin’ ’bout he got the ‘bows
i put my n~ggas on ’em, now them b~tches all gone
doggy on that opp sh~t, my n~ggas, they gon’ drop sh~t
f~ck the other side, we gon’ slide with them mopsticks
chopper with the wood and them b~tches look like chopsticks (ayy)

[verse 2: fatboy bizzle]
ayo, gramz, let me talk my sh~t
ayy, n~gga, this bompton, but my n~gga, he from beecher (ugh)
high school, was tryna f~ck on a teacher, i don’t want her, i don’t need her (ugh)
in traffic, probably slidin’ with an eater (ugh)
she just love to give me face, i don’t eat her, get my nut, then i leave her (ugh)
b~tch p~ssy soakin’, she a creamer (ugh)
sh~lls leave his head hot like a fever, where n~ggas fake ’cause of skeeter (ugh)
man, these n~ggas b~tches, n~ggas wieners (ugh)
vvs diamonds bustin’ out the meter, i be fly like i’m peter (ugh)
n~gga, i be fly like i’m peter pan (ugh)
f~ck around, whack an opp, then i do my dance (ugh)
you used to be the man, now you pick up cans (ugh)
b~tch, i used to want you, now i want your friend (ugh)
beat a n~gga ass up like i got eight hands (uh)
i’m finna have a ninesome, my b~tch brought eight friends (ugh)
i think i’m finna od, i’m off eight xans (ugh)
a n~gga say he want a verse from me, i need eight bands
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
you the type to jump in n~ggas’ beef, then take stands
seen your opposition f~ckin’ ’round and just shake hands
i learned how to jugg in the a down by bank head
if you ain’t down low, ysr, you a fake fan
beat a n~gga ass for tryna serve me some fake xans
i was on the block gettin’ money, ain’t ate yet
i’ma bring drich on the tour, he gon’ take sh~t
he hit the road and came back home, he ain’t make sh~t
we throwin’ big b’s in the parkin’ lot
got into a shootout the other day for a parking spot
paid me five hundred for a feature, bought another glock

[outro: ysr gramz]
ysr sh~t
beecher to bompton

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