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letra de round nine - grindhard e & ysr gramz

[intro: grindhard e]
alright

[verse 1: grindhard e]
seven grams in the fronto of exotic, might collapse a long
b-tch, i’m a real ghetto baby, i grew up in the slums
he only got a band to his name, he ain’t got no funds
all extendos, extended magazines, i ain’t got no drums
he got cut on the drank, he might need some tums
take me to a white boy that go to college, he might need some drugs
cut into a b-tch, her girlfriend was there, i almost shot a slug
cut into it, whew, this sh-t so strong, i might need some gloves

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
this chop break down your whole crib like bob the builder
my n-gga bought somethin’ from a n-gga, thеn robbed the dealеr
if you ain’t got my youtube channel, then subscribe, my n-gga
we almost hit his ass with the boom, you alive, my n-gga
when them n-ggas did somethin’ to your n-gga, you ain’t slide, my n-gga
you the type to run from the beef and go get five more n-ggas
we only got two guns on us, bring five more with us
you a b-tch-ass n-gga, slipped up and cost you your sister

[verse 3: grindhard e]
ran outta pills, i had a play, i sent ’em to my sister
fronto, backwoods, or grabba leaf, i don’t smoke on swishers
i only drink cough syrup, i don’t f-ck with liquor
poured a deuce, it ain’t look like enough, i had to pour up thicker
paranoid, i got my glock on me when i’m on the sh-tter
you got one, fives, and tens, i got all blues, so your roll look thicker
if i ain’t got my glock, my knife on me, i’ll poke a n-gga
almost got fl!cked with the heat, we had to throw them b-tches
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
if you broke as a joke, my n-gga can fix you
hit him with a bag or hit the road, n-gga, pick your issue
7.62s in the clip look like sharpened pencils
he was a ho in high school, he still soft as tissue
keep it real, you only tough when you with your n-ggas
like that n-gga had the flu, he got sent to the ‘spital
my n-ggas said when his opp die, he gettin’ put in a swisher
shot him with an ugly-ass shot like derek fisher

[verse 5: grindhard e]
i was dealin’ with the middleman, bumped into the plug and cut him out the picture
when we got the lo’ on the opps, we was slidin’ in rentals
still thinkin’ about some old sh-t i ain’t forgot about, they gon’ die in a little
when i catch him, i’ma smoke his mans too ’cause he was right in the middle

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
send some shots at his head like he drinkin’ liquor
n-gga called like he wanted a ‘bow and only bought a zipper
cops got behind us, they ain’t catch us, they gotta be quicker
when you rob him, strip that n-gga like a f-ckin’ stripper

[verse 7: grindhard e]
you know that b-tch a known d-ck sucker, you the type to kiss her
ain’t had no bottle to use the drank, i had to use a pitcher
took a n-gga b-tch and gave her back, you ain’t gotta miss her
i be talkin’ to the dog in the crib, i’m doo dr. little
[verse 8: ysr gramz]
when i ain’t had money like i do, i used to shop at spencer’s
a n-gga put my name in a song, but i’m not gon’ diss him
i bought some bullsh-t weed, but i’m still gon’ flip it
i watched a n-gga buy some cut and he still sipped it

[verse 9: grindhard e]
you know the sh-t was already hit and he still hit it
he knew that b-tch had an std and he still hit it
now he stuck with some sh-t that he can’t get rid of and he still with it
quit hittin’ l!cks on these p-ssy-ass b-tch n-ggas, but i’m still with it

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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