Gangaroni lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Yeah, n*gga, you already know it's YSR, n*gga, like–
Like Gucci Mane, n*gga, I'm like the Gucci Mane in my city, n*gga, you know what I mean?
Like, it's Yung Sak Runners, TVG sh*t, n*gga
KL, SOSG, n*gga, you already know n*gga
It's with a K, dumbass
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Super Shoddy & KrispyLife Kidd]
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 savе these hoes, I need a capе
No, I just want the top, I'ma need her face
I'm touchin' base with the real 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 gettin' pape'
Hit it with a one, but I bet you what two could take
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 dope, it look like fish skin (Right)
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 'bout to go OT, I need a driver
Of course I got my front and backend, 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 with a Draco, it was all Tee
Buddy 'nem 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 Prime 810, got him fishtailing
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, I'ma 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