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lirik lagu round two – grindhard e & ysr gramz

[intro: grindhard e]
(j, this sh*t too crazy)
alright

[verse 1: grindhard e & ysr gramz]
j, this sh*t too crazy
n*gga shorted me and tried to get a half, i gave him two eighthies
hit him with this glock 23, tryna play it crazy
he caught a bullet to the chest tryna play safety
i know a n*gga caught a body, now he playin’ crazy
hit a main artery, one shot to the leg and he ain’t make it
i just gotta keep it real, bro, i can’t fake it
tryna sn*tch my chain get you shot in your face if you try to take it

[verse 2: grindhard e]
n*gga tryna get a free feature, so i ain’t make it
the sh*t i got strong, a sale called me an hour ago, he still patiently waitin’
your mans a rat, he ain’t get on the stand, but he still made a statement
repoed a n*gga sh*t, ah
repoed a n*gga sh*t and told him that if he want it back he gotta make a payment

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
he be talkin’ to the feds, he a f*ckin’ agent
if i hit you with this glock, i could make you famous
we use him as our crash dummy, this n*gga think he gangster
we just bought some fire*ass weed, my n*gga think he laced it
[verse 4: grindhard e]
we was in the hood dodgin’ the hook makin’ them b*tches chase us
i almost kicked the cup, i just pour up on special occasions
i need a zip and a four, what you gon’ do with an ounce and an eighthy?
i know a n*gga that ain’t about the street life, he went and got in the navy
punch a n*gga in his sh*t, he fell down to the pavement
i got up off my ass, start grindin’ hard, i had to stop actin’ lazy
now i got four pockets full, but i’m not lil baby
i’ll walk a n*gga down, you the type shoot up a crib, been had shot a lil’ baby

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
brodie met a plug with the drugs, now he goin’ crazy
you ain’t fresh, lil’ n*gga, you rock old navy
i want my money back right now, this ain’t a whole eighthy
you ain’t really like that, n*gga, you just overrated
i don’t really think it’s zaza ’cause i can’t taste it
e can tell if it’s real or not, he just gotta taste it
send a hundred shots at they crib ’cause they ain’t got a bas*m*nt
slid back down, they moved out, we just left it vacant

[verse 6: grindhard e]
big guns we totin’, this a .308, you got a .380
i was happy when i bought the lean from him, i think i overpaid him
bad b*tch came and bought some weed, i think i over*weighed it

[verse 7: ysr gramz]
my pockets fat as h*ll, just like me, them b*tches overweighted
my cousin f*cked this dope up ’cause he over*made it
you don’t see dog around me ’cause he made a statement
[verse 8: grindhard e]
weed usually my cologne, today i changed the flavor
never make a sale at the same place, i be changin’ places
i know a n*gga that always got green, he be buyin’ cases

[verse 9: ysr gramz]
i know a b*tch from the d, she be doin’ braces
i could say some bullsh*t, but i’m not gon’ say it
like dog popped dog and dog, but they both made it

[verse 10: grindhard e]
n*ggas be sayin’ lil’ sl!ck sh*t, but i know they hatin’
popped her and popped her best friend, i know they both hate me
i know an og made a million dollars off usin’ a mason

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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