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ysr gramz & ak bandamont - trap star كلمات أغنية

[intro: ysr gramz]
(pablo, you so raw)
smokin’ big exotic
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
my name gramz and i sell a lot of grams
my n_gga rod wave on the road, he jugg a lot of hams
rap ain’t payin’ enough, i’m finna start doin’ scams
i’m tired of eatin’ ramen noodles, man, i need me some lamb
a rap n_gga’ll get slapped for tryna treat me like a fan
before you try one of us, you better think and use your head, n_gga
why you ask so many questions? you a fed, n_gga?
i think i really like one of my followers ’cause her head different
you be smokin’ all that garbage_ass weed, got your head spinnin’
this b_tch moanin’, i ain’t even did sh_t but put my hеad in her
if you ain’t wake up to get monеy, go to bed, n_gga
you ain’t even catch a body, why the f_ck you cut your dreads, n_gga?
it’s money from 810 ’cause we pulled a lot of legs in ’em
he only actin’ like he hard ’cause he got a lot of meds in him
y’all got caught doin’ the crime, why you ain’t go to jail with ’em?
send a package to myself, put the ‘bows in the mail with it
(put them candy in a box and some ‘bows in the mail)
them b_tches landed, i can boom in every state
you wasn’t shootin’ dice, how you let them n_ggas take your pape?
you drop a song, ain’t n0body share your sh_t, them n_ggas fake
i trip on every beat, i’m a real rap gang
i ain’t gon’ lie, i ain’t no rapper, i’m a motherf_ckin’ trap star
i don’t know why when n_ggas get them a gun, they like to act hard
as a lil’ n_gga, i used to beat on n_ggas in they backyard
[verse 2: ak bandamont]
my life was f_cked up as a kid, but i had heart
my dog was fightin’ dog while i was watchin’ in the backyard
i remember watchin’ n_ggas eat, was in the back starvin’
the white b_tch pulled up on me and started jumpin’ in the aston martin
my dog just made a twenty off cocaine, i thought crack tarnished
i made a hundred off trap, now sh_t off rap, i’m a trap artist
n_ggas be quick to get you cooked, they some rat artists
that sh_t f_cked up
(they just tryna stab the jail)
uh, b_tch, i’ve been ball playin’
i pull your flag and blow you with the mag, i catch you false claimin’
my unc’ and them trapped out with bmf and now they all dayin’
don’t take this thing ’cause i’ll blow you where you stand, bro, i am not playin’
i f_ck with dogie and i’m out fightin’ crack, i’m on level eight
before i send you, aim i push the ‘cat ’til the pedal break
finna ice the kit, throw diamonds on that b_tch ’til the bezel break
i’ll stomp a n_gga out and pistol whip him, he got the metal plate
your time [?] half of my phone ring, bro, i can’t catch a break
d_mn, sh_t, i am not okay
i might’ve f_cked three times and spent the night, but that is not your bae
why is you in my ear askin’ me questions? that is not your place
uh, monk the brickman
got these stupid n_ggas postin’ up shop, guess they the big man
i’ll blow you in the dirt, this sh_t get deep like you in quicksand
i’ll probably press a whole brick with my knuckle, i got big hands

- ysr gramz ak bandamont

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