YSR Gramz – Bad Choice Of Words

YSR Gramz – Bad Choice Of Words Lyrics

Artist: YSR Gramz
Song: Bad Choice Of Words

[YSR sh#t, Lebeau Street, n#gg#
Damn, baby, you cute as hell, but you broke as f#ck
Stab down their block with R/T, n#gg#, wake ’em up
Stuffin’ 8 grams in the ‘wood, I rolled a cocky blunt

We finna slide on the opps, like a hockey puck
I ain’t even tryna make love, I just wanna f#ck
I’m gettin’ tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz
You ran out of bullets tryna kill, n#gg#, you out of luck

You ain’t go D1, ’cause you dirt as f#ck
I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain’t give a f#ck
You scared to spend that little #ss money, n#gg#, live it up
If I’m ever in the car, then it’s tinted up

Doin’ 100 in this b#tch, ’cause I’m in a rush
If you get caught by the feds, n#gg#, keep it hush
Ran through 10 bowls in a month, it would’ve took you months
You wearin’ fake Buffs, they gon’ be mad when they take your stuff

I be all in that b#tch mouth, but she hate my guts
I ain’t gettin’ a lot of views, but I’m papered up
Stuffin’ dubs in my pants, gettin’ paper cuts
Smokin’ Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz

You ain’t gettin’ high, ’cause you smokin’ Bonk
Yeah, I can give you game, but I can’t take you in
It was me and Meek, b#tch, we had to get it in
One sister drivin’ and the other seat her twin

And I got that chicken on me and not a little hen
b#tch, I been had a 10, call me Big Ben
Can’t help it, I’m a expensive n#gg# and I like to spend
Yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win

I can spend a 20-pack and do this sh#t again
And this sh#t ain’t no cap, this sh#t all facts
Bent out my timeout, then I bounced back
I gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back

f#ck you smokin’ on? It’s good ZaZa in the pack
Can’t stand a silly b#tch, that don’t know how to act
I know some real grimy n#gg#s, they know how to jack
Lil b#tch ate me in the car, said I was her snack

Then f#ck her doggystyle, then I pulled out her tracks
Man, the trap payin’ good, I don’t wanna rap
You keep fallin’ the f#ck off, ’cause you can’t stack
We in this b#tch smokin’ ZaZa ‘woods, man, I hate Blacks

You gotta take his hat off, so he can’t cap
You can’t even book me for a show, ’cause I need 8 racks
You can give me 5 to 10 bowls, I’ll take that
I’m tryna pull up in that Double R, f#ck a Maybach

I ain’t gon’ lie, that-that Double R harder than that Maybach
Man, I seen that b#tch when I was in Miami, I wanted that b#tch
Haha
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From the album:
Punching in Voluming 1 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020