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ysr gramz & enrgy beats - taxin كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy made this one)
yung sak runner

[chorus: ysr gramz]
hour drive to the d, i’m finna hit oss
i got a play in the a out in bouldercrest (out in bouldercrest)
it’s f_cked up, he got a fake chain on his chest (he got a what?)
the glock just took they big homie, they be playin’ chess (frrah)
everybody eat with me, we be playin’ fetch (we pits)
i had true religion on, i never weared mexx (i never weared those)
they gon’ hit you in your head, you better wear a vest
i’ma tax for this sh_t, don’t ask me to bless (don’t ask)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’m in a suite with a bad b_tch, finna make a mess (finna make a mess)
he a fool in the kitchen, don’t know how to make it stretch (don’t know how to make it stretch)
we can go band for band, n_gga, you wanna make a bet?
i can go spend a lil’ ten ’cause i can make it back (n_ggas can’t do that)
for my n_ggas hittin’ the road, i pray they make it back (pray they make it back)
i know a n_gga made a hundred off of fake rap (i know a n_gga)
i know a n_gga made a hundred off dormin pack (i know a n_gga)
n_ggas ain’t gettin’ money no more, bring trump back (bring trump back)
i’m tired of all this fake sh_t, bring real drank back (real drank)
you don’t got pull in your city, where your rank at? (n_ggas ain’t got a rank)
tryna make some money, baby girl, where you bank at? (where you bank at?)
old broke_ass n_gga, we gon’ hit you in your wave cap (bum ass)
i’m finna drop another mixtape, i’m finna save rap
how the f_ck is you a real n_gga and you hang with rats? (n_ggas hang with rats)
you wanna know how to get money? you gotta grind and stack
lil’ bro lost thirty to the feds, but he grindin’ back (bro gettin’ back)
lil’ bro ridin’ around with a k tryna catch a hat (fap)
that n_gga ran with his gun, he a scaredy_cat (fap, fap)
give me three months, i’m spendin’ thirty like, where gary at? (where gary at?)
i’m finna buy guns for the block, where lil perry at? (perry at?)
a b_tch said ysr broke, i said, “never that” (never that)
[chorus: ysr gramz & paid red]
hour drive to the d, i’m finna hit oss (finna hit oss)
i got a play in the a out in bouldercrest (out in bouldercrest)
it’s f_cked up, he got a fake chain on his chest (fake chain)
the glock just took they big homie, they be playin’ chess (fap, fap)
everybody eat with me, we be playin’ fetch (playin’ fetch)
i had true religion on, i never weared mexx (i never weared those)
they gon’ hit you in your head, you better wear a vest (fap, fap)
i’ma tax for this sh_t, don’t ask me to bless (tax ’em, yeah)

[verse 2: paid red]
cut it with the nyquil, told him it’s lean
had him dozin’ asleep, i done sold him a dream
twenty_four pounds of weed, i be rollin’ for weeks
hundred_thirty blunts, blowin’ elbows like i sneeze
valentine’s day, shawty wanted roses from me (huh?)
i gave her rose toy, meat, and the rosiest cheeks
he froze with the heat, now he cold as his feet (froze)
bro got a jesus piece, but it’s chrome on my tee
yeah, and gramz taxin’ your ass, better not ask him to bless (no)
and when he done taxin’ you, you better pull up on me next
thousand_pack of molly pills have they ass scratchin’ necks (scratchin’)
serve it all, feel like dez bryant, throwin’ out this x (yeah)
i wouldn’t really call it s_x, though, we was talkin’ ’bout the neck
gotta keep my heart on lock, i call it cardiac arrest (it’s on lock)
i done sent that ho a k like a dry_ass text (i’m so dry)
tim duncan, have you t’d up, throw you on the bench (sh_t)
yeah, i’m just cleanin’ up the stands
told that ho just the tip, take a mile, give an inch (yeah)
talkin’ broke_ass game, boy, you be kickin’ glitch
whole arm in the pot when i whip, feel like vince (yeah, i’m dunkin’ on ’em)
yeah, i’m goin’ two_three_four hard
standin’ on your b_tch couch like the f_ckin’ floor lava
money in the stash, got it locked up like fort knox
been hidin’ paper since mama asked for my report card (sh_t)
[outro: paid red]
yeah, big roadrun, ysr sh_t, from the d to the f like we flunkin’ sh_t
roadrun, ysr, you gotta know who you f_ckin’ with

- ysr gramz enrgy beats

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