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grindhard e & ysr gramz - round three كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
f_ck, i done f_cked up
caught an opp lackin’ yesterday, i done lucked up
we caught him, dropped him, now we one up
you know i got my gun on me, i got one up
ridin’ ’round with sticks in this whip, not no nunchucks
he let a n_gga do his edd, he a dumb f_ck
i just text this one lil’ b_tch like, “i’m tryna f_ck”
kicked this lil’ b_tch out the crib, she lit up a blunt
free my n_gga cannon out the cell, he lit up a club
n_gga, you ain’t gettin’ no f_ckin’ money, you only up a dub
they slid down his block, they was bustin’ like a f_ckin’ sub
my lil’ n_gga shoot sh_t like the f_ckin’ suns
this n_gga do everything like me, he my f_ckin’ son
they gave my pops twenty_five, n_gga, f_ck a judge
we finna walk down on ’em like a f_ckin’ rug
we gon’ do ’em like pac, he think he a thug
my n_gga head f_cked up, he be doin’ drugs

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i can get anything you can think, i’m really the plug
g_r_i_n_d hard, i get it out the mud
n_gga, four_forty_eight, i can make ninety_six hundred off of bud
seventy_five an eighth, six hundred a zip
i be taxin’, but the more weight you get, the cheaper it get
ridin’ ’round f_l_i_n_t with this 26 glued to my hip
glock with no safety with a thirty_round stuck in the clip
you ain’t gotta worry, i ain’t f_ck your ho, i’m stuffin’ the b_tch
if you catch me up right at a walgreens, then i’m bustin’ a script
pint of cough syrup and ninety pills off all for one person, i’m lovin’ this sh_t
you ain’t gotta sell dope to make money, i could teach you what hustlin’ is
you won’t catch me tryna fight or tussle, i’m poppin’, i don’t really know what tusslin’ is
ride around with the pack, when i caught him, i start bustin’, he runnin’ again
talkin’ crazy, been had punched him in his sh_t, bet he won’t say nothin’ again
if a b_tch i want won’t let me f_ck, then you know that i’m f_ckin’ her friends
d_ck good, any b_tch that i f_ck, i bet they want me to f_ck ’em again
spin down they block, if we don’t catch ’em the first time, then we spinnin’ again
poured a four, i ain’t feel high, now it’s kickin’ in
when i was trappin’, i ain’t never had to leave up outta michigan
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
he let them shots off, ain’t hit n0body, that n_gga missed again
oh, i ain’t your top five flint rapper? you need to pick again
oh, you hangin’ with a rat n_gga? he gon’ snitch again
i should up glock on this n_gga and make him p_ss his pants
put a switch on my glock, it ain’t work, i gotta fix my pin
how you up and your friend broke as f_ck? you need to fix your friend
i got a mini draco for n_ggas six_foot_ten
i know you heard about them last n_ggas, them n_ggas six foot in

[verse 4: grindhard e]
d_mn, that’s really f_cked up
r.i.p. lil’ boo, he was takin’ sh_t, your mans was gettin’ stuck up
n_ggas be broke as h_ll in real life, on internet, keep they fronts up
rock him and his mans, but somehow, one of them survived, so we want him
i’ll shoot first before he can get the chance to say what up
we were bustin’ juggs, ain’t gettin’ no sleep ’til the sun came up
f_ck with the same n_ggas that was comin’ around when i was comin’ up
now everybody went ghost on me, i think somethin’ up

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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