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lirik lagu sound effect 2 – ysr gramz

[intro: detwan love]
(enrgy made this one)
hmm
ysr, what we on, blood?

[verse 1: detwan love]
your daddy stole my son p4, i should k!ll his ass
my n*gga k!lled a n*gga for tryna tell him he gotta wear his mask
hahaha, i ain’t supposed to say that
come on, blood, i’m on some foul sh*t, clear path
i don’t like this beat, i’m finna call sav
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
oh, i ain’t answer the phone? you gotta call back
brodie snuck the gun in the club, he got a small strap
i’m in your hometown sellin’ ‘bows, where the mall at?
seen my favorite opp catchin’ a bus, made him haul ass

[verse 3: detwan love]
ayy, bro, tell me if you seen her right here, bro
what she be on, bro? like real sh*t
you know her?
yeah, b*tch, mhm, she suck ball packs
why my n*gga die tryna leap with his frog ass?
i’m suspended, but i’m still goin’ to school, i got a hall pass
you heard about your boy, right? yeah, he bold as h*ll
rape case catchin’*ass n*gga, i hope you die in jail
listenin’ to tee, i poured lean in some propel

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
you ain’t smokin’ on ‘za, boy, you smokin’ tails
petty crimes got him up in jail tryna hang himself
bad b*tch ain’t got no money, she had to sell herself
i went to school high as h*ll, i just failed my test
but i don’t even really ‘posed to be smoking
f*ck the mailman, i’m goin’ to grab my ‘bows myself

[verse 5: detwan love]
i heard that n*gga be f*cked up, quavis
h*ll yeah, i seened him on ballenger, that n*gga sellin’ belts
i’ll run a n*gga straight over like a raccoon
what the f*ck is wrong, my n*gga? this n*gga got married to this b*tch
my n*gga trippin’, he married a b*tch who used to smoke dope
your big homie soft, and that oath you took was fake hope
i just wanna— huh
i just wanna meet the white man off nationwide
i got a cut up in my heart, but i can’t use peroxide
my n*gga just bought an fn and still tryna hide
you ain’t invited to the block, b*tch, this some block vibes
my n*gga really could’ve beat that case if he really lied
[verse 6: ysr gramz]
i pray every single day my opps die
ak*47 with the stock make you cha*cha slide
in the booth smokin’ three*fives with luh fried
lik got that big*ass gun, but he a lil’ guy
my b*tch gettin’ on my nerves, i think i need a girlfriend
me and baglife locked in ’til the world end
i had to call my granny, asked her did she see the mailman?
man, detwan, man, put that f*ckin’ black out in my car

[verse 7: detwan love]
yeah, hmm
my n*gga ran off on my n*gga, what the f*ck? man, his mind was lost
exit four shots in his car, now his mind lost
pop*pop*pop*pop*pop, there go the exhaust
you ain’t a thug, you an officer, rick ross
why these n*ggas be actin’ like they really don’t feel that loss?
girl, that p*ssy don’t even cost much, how much it really cost?
ayy, naw, real sh*t, how much you want for it?
never mind

- ysr gramz

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