Talking Spicy YSR Gramz (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy Beats)
YSR
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gon' lie, I was fucked up
Started with a zip, now I'm up up
If you play with one of us, you gon' be fucked fucked
Every K got a wood like a nunchuck
In your raps, you a killer, you ain't done nothin'
'Til you up a cool hundred, nigga, stop stuntin'
Shoot a hundred out this bitch, you won't stop runnin'
Weed stank like a whole onion
JE'll bruise the road, he a roadrunner
Your gas cards don't smack, you got bold numbers
Let us use your MSR, we tryna load somethin'
Hell naw, I don't swipe, I got loads comin'
Niggas gettin' dropped, gon' be a cold summer
Man, it's hot around this bitch, how your nose runnin'?
Say you got good weed? I need a 'bow of it
You can see he actin' different, he done told somethin'
Why you rappin' 'bout this shit? You never sold nothin'
You be rappin' 'bout the money, never show the money
Treat you like my mama kids and let you hold a hundred
I don't smoke Russian Creams, but all our K's Russian
(Enrgy Beats)
YSR
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gon' lie, I was fucked up
Started with a zip, now I'm up up
If you play with one of us, you gon' be fucked fucked
Every K got a wood like a nunchuck
In your raps, you a killer, you ain't done nothin'
'Til you up a cool hundred, nigga, stop stuntin'
Shoot a hundred out this bitch, you won't stop runnin'
Weed stank like a whole onion
JE'll bruise the road, he a roadrunner
Your gas cards don't smack, you got bold numbers
Let us use your MSR, we tryna load somethin'
Hell naw, I don't swipe, I got loads comin'
Niggas gettin' dropped, gon' be a cold summer
Man, it's hot around this bitch, how your nose runnin'?
Say you got good weed? I need a 'bow of it
You can see he actin' different, he done told somethin'
Why you rappin' 'bout this shit? You never sold nothin'
You be rappin' 'bout the money, never show the money
Treat you like my mama kids and let you hold a hundred
I don't smoke Russian Creams, but all our K's Russian
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