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ysr dee rich - speaker knockers lyrics
[intro]
(bs_motherf_ckin’_m)
[verse 1: ysr dee rich]
dee rich a b_tch, he ain’t ’bout it, i’ma put him on a tee
same n_gga said that got my song on repeat
he fresh outta high school, now he runnin’ with a heat
them kinda n_ggas be the first to die from tryna act street
i talked to gabe, he told me stay ahead, i swear you got the key
pop your sh_t, they ain’t f_ckin’ with you, boy, that’s on me
keep your glock just in case a n_gga think some sh_t sweet
get your get_back on doggy, put that boy next to me
free dblack, mister hop out with that k and make a flip
i ain’t worried ’bout that boy, he just talkin’ out his lip
i feel like kodak, this a dirty k that’s with me in the whip
you try to run, that’s your ass, i’ma make you do a flip
[verse 2: doggang cory]
cory ain’t on sh_t, he ain’t really gettin’ pape’
the samе n_gga talkin’ crazy caught some bullets to the facе
fresh off probation, sick as h_ll i just caught another case
n_gga talkin’ ’bout i’m broke, man, that n_gga must be laced
headshot, ain’t no aimin’ at his body, we gon’ k!ll him
doggang, if i whistle, bet them k!llers go and get him
you ain’t really got a bag, you the malcolm in the middle
this ho just asked me ’bout my music, now my baby mama trippin’, tryna k!ll her
we can start a marching band in this b_tch, every stick came with a drum
k’s bustin’ out the whip, we ain’t into one_on_ones
i don’t want your b_tch p_ssy, i been f_ckin’ on her tongue
k bullets like some smoke how they f_ckin’ up his lungs
[verse 3: six ward von]
i’m with my white boy, he tryna act black like lil pump
pushed his ass in the back, but he was sittin’ in the front
i walked in by myself, it’s just me and my cup
a n_gga died in my hood, but i was chillin’ in the buck
i was f_ckin’ off a perc’, i couldn’t even get a nut
he got k!lled at the mall gettin’ fly, he a duck
he ain’t sellin’ nothin’, he just get high, but he the plug
i know a n_gga wanna be just like me, he my son
ridin’ ’round with some big sh_t in the wrong area
told dee rich put the heat up, he got the hoes scared
why he keep actin’ like a gangster? he a whole fed
got his ass beat inside the county, it’s a code red
[verse 4: ysr dee rich]
i’m a hothead, when i leave the crib, i bring the heat out
liquor bullets, opps wanna drink, let’s have a drink_out
walkin’ downtown to ocean drive with my feet out
gucci shoes to the bend, you know i had to bring the tee out
freaky b_tch tryna f_ck_f_ck, let’s have a freak_out
told her bring her friend, sh_t, she brung three out
this b_tch gave me good_ass head, she made me skeet out
you got a thousand for a feature? say no more, pull a beat out
[verse 5: six ward von]
this a longsleeve, b_tch, pull a seat out
she told me grab her by the throat, bring the freak out
i’m a gangster and a rapper, i can’t eat out
i was just in saginaw, i’m in the d now
i’m with my lil’ scammin’ b_tch from the eastside
she don’t talk after we f_ck, she throw the peace sign
she talkin’ d_ck on the actin’_like_she_sleep side
lil’ boy, i need a band just to freestyle
i’ll pop ’em, then skate like i’m p_child
turn around, catch his ass on the rebound
ayy, rell, this b_tch too loud, turn the beat down
i got a sign on the trap that say “keep out”
[verse 6: doggang cory]
no joy road, but bullets exit out a 9
three bullets hit his head, the other four f_cked up his spine
n_gga called me for a ten, gave his ass a point_five
n_ggas don’t drop sh_t, they get a gun and go live
i’m a demon, n_gga seen me out the window and he took off
quarterback, i get to throwin’ bullets like it’s football
i catch an opp and drop thirty— aight
i catch an opp and drop thirty, you the type to have a look_off
[outro]
(bs_motherf_ckin’_m)
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