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lirik lagu ysr gramz - rental & bo's

[intro]
(thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)

[chorus]
she like the way the engine sound, we in the h~llcat
everytime you see me in a rental, i’m bringin’ ‘bows back (i’m bringin’ ‘bows back)
we was sixteen years~old with stolen straps (sh~t)
i got fire p’s in, come put your nose in that (put your nose in that)
i’m steady lookin’ at my wrist, i’m finna froze that (i’m finna freeze that)
i wear this sh~t one time, where my clothes at? (where my clothes at?)
i was never that n~gga askin’ where the hoes at
b~tch, everybody know that i’m a sack runnеr (everybody know that sh~t)

[verse]
back an opp in the spring and make him havе a bad summer
i’ll up this glock so quick, i got a fast jumper
i’ma hit your b~tch doggy style, she got ass on her
every time you see me and loski brim, we got cash on us
how the f~ck you walk out the mall with no bags on you? (how the f~ck?)
n~ggas always talkin’ cash sh~t but ain’t got cash on ’em (how the f~ck?)
swear to god, if she is not a ten, i wouldn’t brag on her
i can’t wait to bump into hustle cartel, i’ma pass on her
n~gga asked me for his ‘wood back, it’s in the trash, homie
a lotta n~ggas out here lyin’ on they dead homies (on they dead homies)
treat his ass like a burger, put some bread on him (put some bread on him)
b~tch, pull your pants up, i want the head from you (i want the head)
i’m mad at driveway, he went fed on me (free driveway)
with this ten~milli glock, i’m finna stand over him (with this ten milli)
we in the 3~9~2, you in a range rover (you in a bum~ass range)
switchy hit his ass, now it’s game over (now the game over)
i spent bands on roulette, i don’t play poker (i love roulette)
you don’t smoke za for real, you a ~~~~ ~~~~
you don’t smoke za for real, you a fake smoker (you a fake smoker)
i’m finna pull out twenty bands, is the bank open? (is the bank open?)
i’ll never buy that sh~t if the drank open (if the— what?)
think they got away for k!llin’ gabe, but it ain’t over (long live gabe)
i’m finna drop that skino world piece, the wait over
dropped so many ysr tapes, it’s the takeover
mad as h~ll at baby j, he knocked my drac’ over
will i ever spend the night at a b~tch crib? i’m bringin’ drac’ over
pulled down on an opp’s block, give it a makeover (give it a makeover)
buy a big crib with a dog, call it beethoven (b~tch)
you can stack a hundred bands, you gotta stay focused (you gotta stay focused)
i’ll spend three k for a pint if it ain’t open
bro made thirty off of weed but he hate smokin’
bro shot an opp and started laughin’, he just like to joke (haha)
you better keep your gun on you, the streets gettin’ bogus (the streets wild)
[chorus]
she like the way the engine sound, we in the h~llcat
everytime you see me in a rental, i’m bringin’ ‘bows back (i’m bringin’ ‘bows back)
we was sixteen years~old with stolen straps (stolen)
i got fire p’s in, come put your nose in that (come put your nose in that)
i’m steady lookin’ at my wrist, i’m finna froze that (i’m finna freeze that)
i wear this sh~t one time, where my clothes at? (where my clothes at?)
i was never that n~gga askin’ where the hoes at (never)
b~tch, everybody know that i’m a sack runner (everybody know that sh~t)

[outro]
yung sak runner sh~t
what the f~ck goin’ on, n~gga
the takeover
i might drop fourteen tapes straight, n~gga, all sh~t talkin’

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