Gangaroni Lyrics – YSR Gramz
Singer: YSR Gramz
Title: Gangaroni
You already know it’s YSR
Like Gucci mane, I’m like the Gucci Mane in my city
It’s wit’ a K dumbass
His name’s Pablo
I was cellies with the plug, guess I lucked up
Five hundred grams of dog food, I’m finna cut up
You ain’t never counted ten thousand, shut the f#ck up
Perfect timing when they let me out, I gotta nut up
The other day I ran into a opp, he looked the other way
The other day I f#cked a n#gg# b#tch, she won’t go away
Super Shoddy I’m finna save these hoes, I need a cape
Nah, I just want the top, Imma need hеr face
I’m touchin’ base with the rеal n#gg#s in different states
I ain’t OVO, but I’m coming through with a drac’
Caught a case, they ain’t stop a n#gg# from getting pape’
Hit it with a one, but I bet you a two could tape
Real n#gg#, they done let a real n#gg# get in
All these n#gg#s weird as f#ck, damn I don’t fit in
I can get you straight drop drop, it look like fish skin
You ain’t never nail nothin’ doggy, you can’t get in
If I see a opp I’m finna fire
Yeah I think I’m boutta Gold Tee, I need a driver
Of course I got my front and back end, I’m on the flyer
Try to play with anyone in gang, and you dyin’
Snuck it in the club, in them big B’s this a small piece
He got popped wit’ a draco, it was all Tee
Ordered them hot heads, they’ll slide and it’s all free
b#tch I only sell verses now, please don’t call me
Seen a opp in Palm 810 got him fish tailin’
What make you think you comin back around gang, when you been tellin’?
Whoop a fat n#gg# at Cracker Barrell, now they need a big stretcher
Only time you dropped something, was when you piss testin’
This little b#tch ain’t got no #ss, but she big breasted
High as hell, tryna catch my play, I just missed my exit
All my b#tches got good head, I swear I miss my exes
We can hit every state, but we gon’ skip Texas
I just got a pint of Wockhardt, think I’m finna stretch it
I just dropped another f#ckin’ chain, I paid it with the extras
n#gg# talkin’ bout he got the pounds, I think the n#gg# Jeffin’
My n#gg# like to shoot sh#t, but he ain’t Stephen
I’ll have my n#gg# walk you down like that n#gg# steppin’
Damn the play ain’t go right, I think my n#gg# left him
b#tch you like to entertain n#gg#, Imma call you cedric
Dropped thirty five shots, he got shot by Kevin
You don’t like to hit hoes, you just like to text ’em
Them ain’t Perc’s n#gg#s poppin’, that’s all Excedrin
I just stomped a n#gg# out in some Jordan 11s
We just beat a n#gg# #ss, he walked in our session
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