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ysr gramz - big turnt lyrics

[intro: babytron]
huh
b_tch, i’m mr. go up in the store, huh

[verse 1: babytron]
b_tch, i’m mr. go up in the store, jam the chip then dip
told brodie stop the scam sh_t, i’m a hypocrite
sick did the f&n jam, did the pistol whip
turban off the foreign sneaks, looking like a immigrant
i know you sick you work a six_to_six
rtas off the goose coat, got the bl!ck equipped
exclusive drop on melrose, you can’t get this drip
punch god, i ain’t never ever once flip the zip

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
robbed a n_gga yesterday, he got pistol whipped
i got dog sh_t like i slipped in sh_t
3.5 in my ‘wood, this b_tch thick as sh_t
i’ll beat a n_gga ass like a instrument
.223s make a n_gga jeff hardy flip
hе let a n_gga sell him fake_ass drank and i know hе sick
i went to school with that n_gga, man, i know he b_tch
i got all blues on me but i’m not no crip

[bridge: babytron]
f_ck, sh_t, d_mn
huh, huh, yeah
[verse 3: babytron]
i got red bottoms on but i’m not no blood
b_tch, i left two hunnid at the crib but i got a dub
f_ck, sh_t, d_mn, he ran up and he caught some slugs
f_ck, sh_t, d_mn, i might fall, b_tch, i’m off the drugs
let me catch my balance
that is not the paparazzi, b_tch, the weapon flashing
looking like the jabbawockeez, how the necklace dancing
get him stripped out his kit if i send them bandits

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
i’ll put green on yo head like a caesar salad
went to his hood the other day, he is not valid
high as h_ll in the booth while i’m off acid
me and tron in the booth, we just rap captions
yo homeboy raps wack as f_ck, he be rap capping
if you catch that n_gga outside, twist his hat backwards
i can’t let my n_gga ’round rappers, he a jackrabbit
i don’t really trust none of these n_ggas, they be back stabbing

[verse 5: babytron]
full court all year, i’ma keep pressing
f_ck a eighthy, backwood got a three_seven
sh_t, fully switch’ll turn this b_tch up in three seconds
hopping out mclarens ot, probably cheese spreading
big turnt, dumbass, boy, i been turnt
unky need a d_mn gold medal for that wrist work
off_white addict, this week this my sixth shirt
i was down twenty to my name, boy, ain’t sh_t worse
[verse 6: ysr gramz]
keep playing, lil’ n_gga, i’ma put you on a t_shirt
granny said, “quit getting high, n_gga, gotta eat first”
you paid a n_gga for a feature, got a weak verse
you keep sitting on yo ass, i know the seat hurt
since a young_ass n_gga i been lit forever
i don’t see him nowhere like he on tether
they know not to play with gang, n_ggas know better
one call can get him blown like a f_cking feather

[verse 7: babytron & ysr gramz]
told danny g punch me in, b_tch, we at the lab
these n_ggas ain’t on sh_t like the f_cking [?]
new gen glocky stick, f_ck around and up the mag
my weed stank bad, i gotta take a bath
one call to them h_ll_raisers, they’ll flame his ass
when my shooter do hits, he be taking cabs
you paid for stu’ time just to go and make some trash
when yo distro check come, i’ma take yo cash

- ysr gramz lyrics

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