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letra de round eight - grindhard e & ysr gramz

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
my n-gga high as the f-ck, he ain’t took no meds
when them 7.62 hit his head, it took off dread
free my n-gga kat, they got him locked down in the feds
i just got some head from yo b-tch, i’m finna go to bed
i’m finna slide on some opps, bro said “go ahead”
slid on the opps yesterday, we finna go again
like i’m finna get some p-ssy, i be goin’ in
fbg bad as f-ck, he got four fns

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i just poured a deuce, then a four, then a four again
now i got a six
ar got rapid fire but it’s not no switch
speakin’ on the dead, end up dead, layin’ in a ditch
or get found in the water by somebody try- ahh
or get found in some water by somebody tryna fish
seven grams in a fronto, and a act like it’s not gon’ stick
i’m the type to d-ck a b-tch down, i am not gon’ l!ck
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
n-gga got a thirty in this clip but only got six
e pourin’ up that other sh-t, he ain’t got no tris
before i bought my first f-ckin’ gun, i used to play with sticks
don’t take no pictures with that gun, that b-tch got a switch
d rich will spray at any f-ckin’ body he ain’t got no sense
n-gga, you don’t get no f-ckin’ p-ssy, you ain’t got no d-ck
how the f-ck you say you gd but you don’t know yo l!ck?
he beefin’ with the whole f-ckin’ city but ain’t got no bl!ck

[verse 4: grindhard e]
if i get to shootin’ before you shoot, i am not gon’ miss
i be lyin’ to myself, tell myself “i am not gon’ sip”
you got jewelry from the middle of the mall, that is not no fit
tryna stuff this sh-t all in one pocket, it is not gon’ fit
how the f-ck you sellin’ dope for more than five years and ain’t got no brick? (mm mm mm)
that don’t make no sense
hittin’ l!cks, i grew up with some n-ggas that’ll take yo sh-t
catch a opp out in traffic by himself, we done sprayed his whip

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
they don’t know who did it, he had on black like blade and sh-t
i ain’t talkin’ bout smokin’ weed, i be blazin’ sh-t
i’m high as h-ll, eyes low as h-ll, like a asian, sh-t
he don’t even know it but his plug f-ck with asians ‘nem
[verse 6: grindhard e]
words slurred ’cause my pop got an eight in here
trap slappin’ hard my n-ggas leavin’, i’m stayin’ here
pour forty eight, 7.62, it’s a k in here
n-gga try to take something, he gon’ d-i-e, let me make it clear
bro just caught a flight, on the way with the bow’s, hope he make it here
told him i hope it’s all books ’cause i don’t want it if it’s shake in here

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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