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letra de round six - grindhard e & ysr gramz

[intro]
aight

[verse 1: grindhard e]
i was trappin’, think a fiend set me up, police surrounded me
f-cked a b-tch and never called her back, now she hounding me
i’m still living in the hood, rich in poverty
i was trappin’ out the crib now i’m seeking for different properties

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
you in a crib wit your mama, don’t got no privacy
3.5 in my ‘wood, who get high as me?
in the crib with my son, catchin’ plays, watchin’ lion king
n-gga called my phone asking prices, he ain’t buy a thing
my white boy facetimed me with some zaz’, i had to buy a p
dogsh-t on me, look like i hit the lottery
free unc, he locked up for took the murder and armed robbery
tried to fit ’em all in one clip, that’s photography
[verse 3: grindhard e]
my white boy tried to sell some bullsh-t and got his ass beat
he tried to really fight back and got his ass sleeped
robbed a n-gga yesterday, i was with lil’ d
my white boy get high, i call him lil p
long live p

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
it’s a cell calling every time my phone ring
i got the best sh-t, he came to get a half, and bought the whole thing
real zazas this ain’t no cookie or no og
he post everything he sell on the internet, he the police

[verse 5: grindhard e]
n-gga you a b-tch, you not a og
this a pound of some gross, not no og
my oldhead drunk as h-ll of an old e’
finna free my n-gga out of jail, he shoot like kobe

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
my white boy accurate with his shot like gin0bli
my lil’ n-gga shot the opps’ crib for a whole week
he tried to run, he got his ass shot, he got slow feet
i just got a full pint from a- fiend

[verse 7: grindhard e]
i just got some lean in with no codeine
my lil n-gga bought some fake percs and finna od
i just beat my stepdad ass, i ain’t jodie
n-gga you owe yo plug money like smokey
[verse 8: ysr gramz]
i cash my plug out, whatever i buy, he tried to throw me
bustin’ scripts, sellin’ —-, that’s a od
i can’t pink promethazine, it gotta have some codeine
just bought a deuce, in the twenty ounce fanta, this b-tch pokin’

[verse 9: grindhard e]
swiped that b-tch too many times, now it’s broken
took my first chain to golden sun, now it’s frozen
she done caught her n-gga cheatin’ now it’s open
my n-gga caught a body, threw the gun in the ocean

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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