lirik lagu ysr gramz – big turnt
[intro: babytron]
huh
b~tch, i’m mr. go up in the store, huh
[verse 1: babytron]
b~tch, i’m mr. go up in the store, jam the chip then dip
told brodie stop the scam sh~t, i’m a hypocrite
sick did the f&n jam, did the pistol whip
turban off the foreign sneaks, looking like a immigrant
i know you sick you work a six~to~six
rtas off the goose coat, got the bl!ck equipped
exclusive drop on melrose, you can’t get this drip
punch god, i ain’t never ever once flip the zip
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
robbed a n~gga yesterday, he got pistol whipped
i got dog sh~t like i slipped in sh~t
3.5 in my ‘wood, this b~tch thick as sh~t
i’ll beat a n~gga ass like a instrument
.223s make a n~gga jeff hardy flip
hе let a n~gga sell him fake~ass drank and i know hе sick
i went to school with that n~gga, man, i know he b~tch
i got all blues on me but i’m not no crip
[bridge: babytron]
f~ck, sh~t, d~mn
huh, huh, yeah
[verse 3: babytron]
i got red bottoms on but i’m not no blood
b~tch, i left two hunnid at the crib but i got a dub
f~ck, sh~t, d~mn, he ran up and he caught some slugs
f~ck, sh~t, d~mn, i might fall, b~tch, i’m off the drugs
let me catch my balance
that is not the paparazzi, b~tch, the weapon flashing
looking like the jabbawockeez, how the necklace dancing
get him stripped out his kit if i send them bandits
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
i’ll put green on yo head like a caesar salad
went to his hood the other day, he is not valid
high as h~ll in the booth while i’m off acid
me and tron in the booth, we just rap captions
yo homeboy raps wack as f~ck, he be rap capping
if you catch that n~gga outside, twist his hat backwards
i can’t let my n~gga ’round rappers, he a jackrabbit
i don’t really trust none of these n~ggas, they be back stabbing
[verse 5: babytron]
full court all year, i’ma keep pressing
f~ck a eighthy, backwood got a three~seven
sh~t, fully switch’ll turn this b~tch up in three seconds
hopping out mclarens ot, probably cheese spreading
big turnt, dumbass, boy, i been turnt
unky need a d~mn gold medal for that wrist work
off~white addict, this week this my sixth shirt
i was down twenty to my name, boy, ain’t sh~t worse
[verse 6: ysr gramz]
keep playing, lil’ n~gga, i’ma put you on a t~shirt
granny said, “quit getting high, n~gga, gotta eat first”
you paid a n~gga for a feature, got a weak verse
you keep sitting on yo ass, i know the seat hurt
since a young~ass n~gga i been lit forever
i don’t see him nowhere like he on tether
they know not to play with gang, n~ggas know better
one call can get him blown like a f~cking feather
[verse 7: babytron & ysr gramz]
told danny g punch me in, b~tch, we at the lab
these n~ggas ain’t on sh~t like the f~cking [?]
new gen glocky stick, f~ck around and up the mag
my weed stank bad, i gotta take a bath
one call to them h~ll~raisers, they’ll flame his ass
when my shooter do hits, he be taking cabs
you paid for stu’ time just to go and make some trash
when yo distro check come, i’ma take yo cash
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