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[intro]
(good lookin’, cali)
good lookin’, cali
yung sak runner
ysr sh_t

[chorus]
first off, f_ck the police, let my pops out
scary_ass opp hidin’ in the house, tell him pop out
a million_dollar n_gga, they finna school, i’m a dropout
he only poured a line in that pop, pour the rest out
always takin’ pictures with that glock but never shoot that b_tch
honey pack off the don juli, that’s my coochie kit
unc’ owed a cent but still trap, he got a gucci ‘fit
all your friends died from a bullet, it’s an uzi clip (lil’ uzi)

[verse]
everybody hit that lil’ p_ssy, you ain’t bougie, b_tch
soon as you ask a n_gga for somethin’, that’s when you losin’ it, b_tch
i want some fire_ass head and the movies, b_tch
i used to trap all day in a coogie ‘fit (in a coogie ‘fit)
i’d never love a thot in my truey ‘fit
he always got that gun on him, never shoot that sh_t
a light ten bands on me, we can shoot this sh_t
how you get them cali ‘bows here? i just flew that sh_t (i just flew ’em)
f_ck internet beef, n_gga, drop your dot (n_gga, drop that)
gettin’ bored with the money, i’m finna drop a watch
your mama was a ho back then, that is not your pops (that ain’t your daddy, n_gga)
if it’s smoke, let me know, i’d spin your block
i’m with my yns today, they got all glocks (my young n_ggas)
bro just poured up some lean, it look like yellow snot (it look like yellow snot)
bro let me trap out her crib and granny called the cops
tig sittin’ in the feds, free baby oc
i can’t wait to f_ck your bm when that baby drop
a hundred rounds out the draco got the barrel hot (sh_t)
we ain’t recordin’ on lebeau street, we at rell spot (we at rell spot)
i’d put your favorite rap n_gga in a headlock (on my mama)
.223 knock a f_ck n_gga dreads out
bro said he don’t sip green, he sip red now
they hit him with that bl!ck, rp mode, that n_gga bled out
i’ma keep squeezin’ this b_tch ’til i ran out
huh, i mean run out
two n_ggas hopped out the whip, he got walked down
n_gga, you ain’t gon’ never get no p_ssy ’cause you talk down (talk down)
i don’t wanna hit your weed, that weed was brown (sh_t)
[chorus]
first off, f_ck the police, let my pops out
scary_ass opp hidin’ in the house, tell him pop out
a million_dollar n_gga, they finna school, i’m a dropout
he only poured a line in that pop, pour the rest out
always takin’ pictures with that glock but never shoot that b_tch
honey pack off the don juli, that’s my coochie kit
unc’ owed a cent but still trap, he got a gucci ‘fit
all your friends died from a bullet, it’s an uzi clip (lil’ uzi, n_gga)

[outro]
yung sak runner, n_gga, lsp forever, you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga, i ain’t gotta keep sayin’ it, n_gga

- ysr gramz

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