Tap In

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YSR Gramz - Rap, Midwest Rap

Tap In

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[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse] Nigga I've been that nigga since a lil' ass boy We ain't from around here so we came with that blower 20,000 ain't shit, bitch I need a little more How many p's do you need? Bitch I need like four I'm still trapping, selling weed, it's like five in the morning What type of gun do you got? I got me a Jordan Fuck a bad bitch, real bitches get awarded I feel like Ray Charles, bitch I'm going down to Georgia My nigga still swiping and he going cross the border My nigga popping pills, high as hell, he need water I paid a hunnid dollars, get two woods out a quarter I fuck with all my Zoles, yeah I love going to Florida I'll stop a opp out in my brand new forces You touch one of mines, motherfucka wе gon' torch you Diamonds in my chain, yeah them bitches looking gorgеous Fuck a bad bitch one time then I ignore her You ain't got a plug, nigga, your plug got a shortage I can get you what you need, go ahead, place an order I would've been pissed off if I really had a daughter You would think this nigga drunk, he got hit with a forty High as hell off the woods, think I see Rick and Morty I really went to Golden Sun, nigga I ain't go to Jordan We really started this shit, nigga you can ask Marlon Put my nigga on yo' head like a motherfuckin' barber My phone going dead, nigga pass me my charger I got a song on the way, so I really gotta charge it My nigga just hit that store, he was running outta Target The rock is bullshittin', so I gave up on Harden I had to kick her out, man I felt like Martin Niggas head fucked up, they'll slide on apartments The police ask me something, I don't know, I'm an artist Free my nigga DJ, man that nigga just called me How the fuck you on my head, when you really just saw me Paid a band for these shoes, I don't even like walking If we ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck is we talking? I'm catching plays on the west, you can meet me on Calkins I got green in my cup, and my cup look like Boston I don't trick on no bitch, I am not Tony Hawk n' them [Outro] Old tricking ass, broke ass, no pussy getting ass nigga Yeah, Lebeau City nigga Tap In 2, nigga Enrgy, what popping Big b's, on that Beecher shit Natchez Drive, all that shit nigga, Flamingo, nigga, all that shit nigga, yeah Eastside, Westside, we still on that nigga Long live Dontae, nigga Long live Gabe Long live TA, all my soldiers, nigga

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  • YSR Gramz