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letra de intro (heart of the hood) - ysr gramz

[intro]
(primo beats on the track)
yeah
yeah
y’all know it’s klsosg, n-gga
tap in
that one sh-t in, n-gga
tell them boys tap in
tap in, tap in
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
talkin’ money plays, phone rung for a whole week (whole week)
bro dropped a six in his pop, got his soul sleep
i ain’t play your mixtape, i think it’s so weak (that sh-t so weak)
she gave me head in my whip, she ain’t know me (she ain’t know me)

[verse 2]
tell a b-tch you got them ‘bows, she gon’ tell her n-gga (she gon’ tell her n-gga)
and tell a b-tch to play her role, she gon’ play to get you (get the f-ck on)
set you up for them blues and have her n-gga blitzin’ (i’m finna k!ll this b-tch)
that’s why i don’t show b-tches the trap, we can f-ck in the rental (huh)

[verse 3]
ayy, doin’ the dance in the spot, i be gettin’ busy (bobby brown)
taxin’ on everything, i need an extra fifty (give it to me)
cut your hands off, b-tch, if i catch you stealin’ (ching)
i put grams in your b-tch like she carry his children

[verse 4]
i need a hundred just to step in my crib, my sh-t plush (yeah, yeah)
marble counters in the kitchen, remind me of king buffs (doo-doo head)
yeah, this ho stuck-up, but me and bro still f-cked
cut into her bougie ass like, “i just wanna nut” (you know me)

[verse 5]
won’t ever sell my soul, if i get on, i’m me (for real)
put my n-ggas on, yeah, the ones who starved with me (for real)
ain’t gotta guard for me, i’m larry bird from the three (bah)
but keep k!llers around me ’cause that fame sh-t deep, n-gga
[verse 6]
your b-tch a freak, always talkin’ ’bout this meat stick (ugh)
drum sideways, look like a deep dish (hot and ready)
slide down your block like the street wet (my bad)
catch you at the hotel like i’m keith sweat

[verse 7]
my b-tch bad with the ass, she ain’t got no chill (man, she crazy)
paid six-fifty for some kicks, i ain’t got no deal (never had one)
n-ggas rap just to rap, they ain’t hot for real (for real)
claimin’ that you need solid, but rico real

[verse 8]
these n-ggas broke, don’t let these n-ggas lie to you (they lyin’)
i f-cked her and that n-gga cried to her (hahahaha)
i just rap, i don’t even like music (i don’t like it)
i trap, trap, trap, trap like gucci (wait)

[verse 9]
security keep lookin’, that’s okay, miss (nah)
two phones keep slappin’, this my day shift (h-llo?)
i seen quay run through ‘bows in my face, b-tch (woo)
turned grandma’s spot upside down out that bas-m-nt (woo)

[verse 10]
sippin’ hi-tech with no cold, b-tch (yeah)
h-ll nah, i can’t put you on the road, b-tch (yeah)
h-ll nah, i can’t buy you no clothes, b-tch (that’s how i’m feelin’)
you too needy, need to go get your own sh-t
[verse 11]
i’m just tryna ball like i’m motherf-ckin’ kobe (kobe)
my white b-tch sniff that sh-t ’til her nose bleed (hah)
bro gucci walkin’ in the winter, he got cold feet (that n-gga krispy)
i’m a hustlin’ lil’ n-gga, thank my og

[verse 12]
tell frank lucas blue magic still around, n-gga (it’s still around, n-gga)
r.i.p. gabe, he in the clouds blowin’ pounds, n-gga
i went dumb on your b-tch for three rounds, n-gga (three of ’em)
she let me whip the phone out, she get down with me (ayy, action, n-gga)

[verse 13]
f-ck ot, n-gga, wallace on your body (woo)
r.i.p. to the n-gga mama who shot me (yeah)
f-ck your fort, lil’ n-gga, played it like i’m rodney (woo)
then spend the block again like, “who tryna find me?” (woo, woo, woo)

[verse 14]
i’m tryna run my money up, you tryna find a b-tch to f-ck (dumbass)
if the plug bless me with it, i’ma bless the buck (bless my hood)
i ain’t coppin’ guccis yet ’cause i’ma f-ck ’em up (i’ma f-ck ’em up)
put that gun down, get beat like your pops would (like your dad)
i’m the man, h-ll yeah, ain’t i, krispylife? (krispy)
i beat the trap down for like sixty nights (yeah)
old lady down the street sold us sixty pints
that chopper go crazy like 50 tyson (boom-boom-boom-boom)

[verse 15]
ayy, early bird get the worm first (on my mama)
i was told if he snitch, break his arms first (break that n-gga arms)
the sh-t a n-gga been through really hurt to chirp (for real)
been off a four for two days, it’s hard to burp (okay, huh?)

[verse 16]
n-gga feelin’ good, so i went and bought a chopper (yeah)
really wanted to f-ck your b-tch, so i bought her lobster (dumbass)
my team more solid than them mobsters
and if it’s beef, we’ll get more water than them rastas (boom-boom)

[verse 17]
he ain’t walkin’ off a zip, these n-ggas soft (these n-ggas soft)
big money ad, b-tch, really a boss (for real)
catch a young n-gga really ducked in the loft (i’m out)
wearin’ sixty-dollar lacoste, look like i’m playin’ golf (yeah)
b-tch

[outro]
(b-tch)
(primo beats on the track)

- ysr gramz

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