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ysr gramz - mmp lyrics

[intro]
yeah, okay
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yop, what she say?
ooh, sav, you tripped, n_gga

[chorus]
f_ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (mmp)
h_ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee
i know some n_ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg (they’re not mmg)
i know some n_ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (in the regencies)

[verse 1]
if it’s opps in this party, we gon’ make ’em leave (get ’em outta there)
put a belt on them n_ggas, we gon’ make ’em bleed
i put them vvs in my mouth, they gon’ hate to see (bling)
i don’t f_ck with f_ck n_ggas, n_ggas fake to me (n_ggas fake)
forty bands the long way look like cake to me (look like birthday cake)
fast dude in the whip, we ain’t chasin’ him (we chasin’ that n_gga)
b_tch thought i was passin’ my ‘wood, but i’m facin’ it (face it)
if i pour this lean with you, you better not waste it (better not waste it, n_gga)
she know how to suck d_ck good and she got braces (she got braces in her)
if i spread this whole roll, you gon’ see faces, n_gga (you gon’ see blue faces)
in miami with my jit, he a haitian n_gga (he a haitian)
you ever ran some money up in shoes with no laces, n_gga? (naw, n_gga, you ain’t never did that)
my n_gga said he ain’t got no—
my n_gga said he ain’t got no money, i’m finna make it with him
he asked me should he leave his gun home? you better take it with you (you better take it)
oh, this the last percocet, i’m finna break it with you (better break this b_tch)
[chorus]
f_ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (was an mmp)
h_ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee
i know some n_ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg (they not mmg)
i know some n_ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (naw, no cap)
f_ck a glock, my first gun was an mmp (no cap)
h_ll nah, you can’t buy these ‘bows, they goin’ to tennessee (they goin’ down thew ay)
i know some n_ggas throwin’ m’s, they not mmg
i know some n_ggas gettin’ money in the regencies (no cap, though)

[verse 2]
that weed trash, how you know? ’cause you ain’t get it from me (you ain’t get it from gramz)
thirty shots in this glock ’cause they thirty deep
i get these ‘bows out from oakland where curry be (where that n_gga curry at)
hit his ass with this glock stick, it need emergency
get pumps in your sh_t for disrespect, show some courtesy (f_ck that n_gga, man)
broke_ass, aight, okay (broke_ass n_gga)
broke_ass, old_ass n_gga, you like thirty_three (you like thirty_three, n_gga)
talkin’ ’bout he was a dope boy, he went to jail for a burglary
she want a n_gga with some money ’cause her dad was broke (her dad was broke as h_ll)
if you ain’t tryna run it up, what you trappin’ for?
you be out here dissin’ the dead, what you lackin’ for? (keep quiet, n_gga)
if you ain’t finna shoot that b_tch, what you rack it for? (rack it for)
you gon’ start gettin’ the money when the pistons ball (what?)
a n_gga tried to shoot a shot on my block, but he bricked ’em all
i put my— (alright)
i put my kids on her tongue, but she l!cked ’em off (ugh)
we got locked with that, somebody tipped ’em off (somebody tipped them b_tches)
this street sh_t real as h_ll, don’t get tricked off
i know a sixteen_year_old gettin’ bricks off (naw, for real)
i’m finna sh_t on everybody ’cause i’m p_ssed off
[outro]
i’ma sh_t on these dumb_ass n_ggas, you hear me?
yung sak runner, young money getter, n_gga, you know what this ysr sh_t stand for, n_gga
better get off of your ass

- ysr gramz lyrics

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