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letra de round seven - grindhard e & ysr gramz

[intro]
(big drew on the beat)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
all i know is serve, serve, serve ’til i can’t no more
we done found out who you is, you can’t fake no more
she sell p-ssy time to time, but she ain’t no ho
he got a three-point shot, but he ain’t no pro
n-ggas think when they get rich they can’t go broke
e poured a four in his pop, how he can’t stay woke
my n-gga phone slappin’ hard, but he ain’t got no dope
you ain’t cashin’ sh-t out, boy, you got a note

[verse 2: grindhard e]
pay attention
n-ggas jealous and they envy they can’t live like the way i’m livin’
stay consistent, alright
stay consistеnt with your grind, you can probably easily make a million
i be strеssed out so much that i take prescriptions
n-ggas try to get over when it’s my turn, they try to play the victim
plug just mailed me the ‘bows, ain’t had to go and get ’em
sh-t i got be exclusive, i’m the only one with ’em

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
dog got popped for tryna make a difference
he got a gun, but he ain’t on sh-t, like the f-ckin’ pistons
n-gga still livin’ with his mama, gotta go do the dishes
brodie finna slide right now, you wanna do it with him?
got into it with an opp fan, put him in the ‘spital
this b-tch actin’ like a dog, put her in my kennel
we finna drive with them pounds, throw ’em in a rental
[verse 4: grindhard e]
my b-tch actin’ freaky, i might get another b-tch and put her in the middle
if we get into it, i’m uppin’ glock, you gettin’ hit in your temple
f-ck around and lose his brains from not usin’ his mental
b-tch sucked the d-ck and b-lls all night ’cause she on her menstrual
no, i’ll never beef with dog, he a stuart little
how you know that n-gga told and you still cool with him?
got a pop, was gon’ pour a four, but poured a two in it
i got a gun so big, they keep askin’ how i shoot with it

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
n-gga, we smoke so much weed, they think snoop with us
my n-gga shoot so much sh-t, but he don’t hoop, n-gga
if i ain’t have a car right now, would you scoop n-gga?
i’m like a coach callin’ plays, i’ll oop n-ggas
it’s summertime, his nose runnin’, do you oot, n-gga?
they know i f-ck with bloods too, but we got blues with us
and we in them fast-ass cars with fast dudes with us
you better run your f-ckin’ money up, ’cause cash rule women

[verse 6: grindhard e]
had to change my mentality to stack ’cause all i knew was spend it
i’m tryna make so much money where i don’t know what i’ma do with it
with the hustle that i got, i can’t lose with it
g-r-i-n-d hard, this ain’t new to me
i’m so dangerous that they scared and they don’t know what to do with me
n-ggas fake, tryna be cool with me
i’m the same n-gga, you won’t ever see me with no new n-ggas
you would never ever catch me shootin’ up a crib, ’cause i shoot n-ggas
f-ck around and shoot him and his mans ’cause it was two n-ggas

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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