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ysr loski - wild n out كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: ysr loski]
take a step back with the glock out my pants and start shootin’
in an srt, the insides poodle
take a look at our block, we all stupid
let the chop off, it hit a sound like metro boomin
i was young, throwin’ fours in the projects foolin’
take your sh_t and run to the ‘partment with scooter
opp throwin’ big b’s, but my pops see hoover
n_ggas think they cool, but this tec, he cooler
threw bro the ball, he caught the pass like e. cooper
the police keep tryna catch us slippin’, but we keep jukin’
we on lebeau makin’ screen passes like we hoopin’
and we ain’t got nothin’ for the five, b_tch, keep movin’
high as h_ll, pass me a water ’cause the perc bitin’
started to lay damo in the race like joe biden
and we don’t tolerate no disrespect, get your jaw wired
i promise i’ma run me up a bag ’til i get tired
you don’t do the right speed limit, you gon’ get fired
n_gga touched his first five thousand, tried to retire
n_gga, you can run up a hundred, you better retire
i done did a lot of sh_t, i ain’t never tried meijers
i’ma shoot this ar ’til this b_tch catch on fire
you can get some money, get a rental and a driver
i’ma go somewhere where the ‘bows go for higher
put it in my hand, it’s gon’ sing like mariah
put it in my hand, it’s gon’ move like it’s flyin’
like n_gga, give it up, make a move and you dying
my n_gga keep a strap on him like he dyking
i ain’t nothin’ up with no b_tch, one nighting
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i’m goin’ out of town with the weed ’cause the prices higher
chase a n_gga down with the chop, i’m not michael myers
i got fourteen p’s, do you got a buyer?
when you run into the money, you don’t get tired
my n_gga mixed the cherry with gelato, he tryna get higher
if you can drive fourteen hours, you can get higher
i heard your b_tch f_ckin’ with the opps, she better get fired
d_mn, that sh_t f_cked up
i can go anywhere i want, they won’t touch us
you got a gun, but you can’t shoot sh_t, you like westbrook
tried to perform, f_cked around and got your chain took
n_gga touched this ysr piece, got his brian bust
i was in the red zone for forty days before i came up
you the type to make a hundred k and then change up
n_ggas tryna rap like they from flint but they ain’t us
7.62s hit his body, he got ate up
i’ll never shop with dog, he got fake runtz
think them shoes on his— okay
you think them shoes real on his feet, he got fake stuff

- ysr loski

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