Goat Shit

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YSR Gramz - Rap, USA

Goat Shit

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[Intro] We just talkin' 'bout practice We sittin', I'm supposed to be the franchise player And we in here talkin' about practice (Ooh, Sav killed it) I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice Not a game, not a game, not a game We talkin' about practice Not a game Not a, not a, not the game that I'd go out there and, and die for And play every game like it's my last, not the game We talkin' about practice, man I mean, how silly is that, man? We talkin' about practice [Verse] Break a nigga whole blunt in half, I don't like Swishers Chasin' niggas down with the 40 like old liquor It get ugly when I shoot, Derek Fisher I'ma let y'all rap about dope, I'ma mind my business Almost quit rap one time 'cause I ain't see the vision Bro like stealin', poppin' pills, and he beat up women? Man, this shit was hard work, none of this shit was given I'm 'bout to gift wrap a nigga, hand me a ribbon Don't make me swing that chop back and forth like we playin' tennis I know your real life, nigga, you a kitten You constipated, nigga, you ain't shittin' Tell 'em I got P's for the low and I might never ship it Heard you got the P's in, what's the ticket? This bitch pussy so dry like a fuckin' biscuit My bitch pussy so good, only make snippets These rap niggas wack, Xzibit I ain't tryna go back broke, I need every penny Bro droppin' threes in the pop, dark like Henny She suck dick for the free, took the bitch to Denny's When my bitch hear that bar, she gon' be like, "Really?" I ain't arguin' with no nigga, man, these niggas silly Fat nigga, fresher than a bitch, man, I feel like Biggie Bronem steady sparkin' up Blacks, got my head dizzy The bag slowed down, I'm 'bout to fuck with giffies Nigga, you is not cut, you don't need no Band-Aid I can tell these niggas hate me by they fuckin' handshake Make a couple hundred thousand fuckin' with the land bank I don't want the head 'cause the bitch breath stank I can tell that weed trash, I got a fuckin' headache I'm finna beat this bitch down 'til the fuckin' bed break Sold dog some RPs, but them bitches man-made Givin' fades when I shoot, nigga, Dwyane Wade

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  • YSR Gramz