lirik lagu ysr gramz - wake up
[intro: ysr gramz]
jay go brazy
ysr sh~t (ay this that one right here)
[verse 1: ysr gramz]
er~er~everytime i wake up, i make a thousand
i keep my n~gga with me, nick cannon, he be wylin
give a n~gga free shots if a n~gga ever foul me
put a hole in that n~gga, left him looking like an olive
me and kasher in this b~tch, we brought two choppas
you wanna hear me on your song, i need two thousand
a n~gga play with us, we gone give that n~gga two options
give his ass a headshot, biggie smalls, who shot you
[verse 2: kasher quon]
i just poured up some hi~tech with ysr
and i’m in the studio crispy off ysl
i heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can’t pay his bail
this a moncler, i heard you still wear pelle pelle
i’m talking to my vendor right now on telegram
how the f~ck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram
my cousin never paid me, so i’m finna roll my fam
i’m in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
(krispylife)
gramz, quon kid, this what the people wanted
i don’t f~ck with these rap n~gga’s, ain’t no sugar coating
drop [?] and young goat, yeah i been rolling
i do not f~ck these n~gga’s b~tches, okay, i’m trolling
four fifty for a [?] jean fit, five bands all blues
i know your broke ass ain’t seen this
i ain’t really bragging cause, this ain’t no dog sh~t
i’m pretty sure that’s what your broke ass would call this
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
i met some bad freaky b~tches, i’m finna call kidd
you ain’t got no pape, you be smelling like some dog sh~t
brodie clutch with that stick, he like paul pierce
bro, you ain’t probably made a band, all year
[verse 5: kasher quon]
just caught one of my opps at the store getting a tall beer
i’m sick dog came budweiser
i’m finna spark up a backwood with a bic lighter
my b~tch caught me cheating and she bust all four tires
[verse 6: ysr gramz]
driveway called, they just hit four meijer’s
i don’t trust n~gga’s, n~gga’s singing like the church choir
you could give me twelve hundred, i’m your ghost writer
i’ll drop fifty on your scat, now it’s a lowrider
[verse 7: kasher quon]
told my n~gga kidd “turn me up in the headphones”
i just shot a n~gga, now his name on a tombstone
yo b~tch running around the crib naked in a thong
i had to break up with my last b~tch, we ain’t get along
[verse 8: krispylife kidd]
i can get head in the car, you can’t get fifty out that b~tch
took a shot of henny, now i’m on fully in this b~tch
snuck my glock in the club, i’m the bully in this b~tch
chop sparked girl like habachi, now you sushi in this b~tch
i’m in a rush, i gotta go, this a fast break
left her on her knee’s, hoe was sick with the sad face
tied dog up, used his cheek as an ashtray
i keep~i keep f~cking up, brodie, this my last take
i’ll smoke you for stealing sauce, somebody tag drake
slide through serato, b~tch, it’d be a sad day
[outro: ysr gramz]
haha, and do the kawaii laugh
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