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lirik lagu ysr gramz - not my opp

[intro]
(good lookin’, cali)
good lookin’, cali
ysr sh~t
lsp, n~gga
yung sak runner
bridge long as h~ll but watch this, though
ha, but watch how i trip on this b~tch, cali
yeah, yeah, mmm
what she say?

[verse]
i’ma hit n~gga with this glock, i don’t box for real (i don’t box for real)
if i wanna get b~tch beat up, i callin’ tote for real (callin’ tote)
old cop ass n~gga, was born in beverly hills (beverly hills)
they caught his ass, popped him up while he was making a reel (sh~t)
bro was slidin’ each and everyday but wasn’t off no pill
if my son don’t eat, i’ma take your meal
i just cashed a n~gga out for them ‘bows but the pape’ wasn’t real (pape’ wasn’t real)
my n~ggas ain’t in the nfl but they in the field (in the field)
i’m from the hood, ain’t nevеr had no uncle phil (i’m from the hood)
when you can buy your wholе hood, that’ when you up for real (that’s when you up)
lil’ bro crashed the scatpack and dropped the grill (lil’ bro crashed the scat’)
lil’ bro ridin’ with two switches, the beef is real (the beef real)
n~ggas know i’m from beecher, we be deep as h~ll ( we be deep as h~ll)
i’on sell sealed packs no more, n~ggas be cheap as h~ll (cheap ass)
it’s 9 am, the ‘bows just drop, [?] just checked the mail (it’s 9 am)
‘bows ain’t got no smell on ’em but they sticky as h~ll (sticky, though)
i think i feel in love with this ho, this b~tch freaky as h~ll
it’s my first time comin’ over to her crib, i keep catchin’ cell (i keep catchin’ cell)
you wanna know how to run up a hunnid’ bands, you gotta pace yourself (you gotta pace yourself)
run up on a n~gga with ten milley, tell ’em, “break yourself” (break yourself)
if i was broke just like you, i hate myself (i hate myself)
he want views so bad, he’ll fake his death (he’ll fake his death)
the ‘wood hittin’ so hard, it just took my breath (woo)
if you ain’t from around this b~tch, gon’ get your ass pressed (your ass pressed)
she don’t know how to suck d~ck, she got her ass left (she don’t know what she doin’)
i just sold a half p, got a half left (got a half left)
lil’ cuz run off with his ‘bows, jab step (jab step)
we gon’ hit his with a tec like a bad ref’ (like a bad ref’)
my johnny leanin’ over, he took too many pills (too many pills)
this some knock off amiri jeans, them are not real (them are not real)
hit his ass nine time, it took weeks to heal
i been trappin’ nine days, bro, my feet smell (bro, my feet smell)
i’ll never rap off his beat, f~ck topshelf rell (f~ck topshelf rell)
pull up on a n~gga block and leave choppa sh~lls (leave choppa sh~lls)
n~gga, you just broke, you not a ppl for real (n~gga, you just broke)
baby, just pull your pants up, i want top for real (i want toppy)
[outro]
yung sak runner

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