Gangaroni lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
You already know it's YSR
Like Gucci mane, I'm like the Gucci Mane in my city
It's with a K, dumbass
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Super Shoddy]
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*gga 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*ggas in different states
I ain't OVO, but I'm coming through with a drac'
Caught a case, they ain't stop a n*gga from getting pape'
Hit it with a one, but I bet you a two could tape
Real n*gga, they done let a real n*gga get in
All these n*ggas 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

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
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*gga at Cracker Barrell, now they need a big stretcher
Only time you dropped something, was when you p*ss testin'
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
This little b*tch ain't got no ass, 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*gga talkin' bout he got the pounds, I think the n*gga Jeffin'
My n*gga like to shoot sh*t, but he ain't Stephen
I'll have my n*gga walk you down like that n*gga steppin'
Damn the play ain't go right, I think my n*gga left him
b*tch you like to entertain n*gga, 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*ggas poppin', that's all Excedrin
I just stomped a n*gga out in some Jordan 11s
We just beat a n*gga ass, he walked in our session