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round five - grindhard e & ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(turn me up, trad)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
b*tch, i’m a yung sak runner, and i grind hard
these rap n*ggas mad as h*ll won’t n0body sign y’all
feel like i started this sh*t, i should fine y’all
if they do somethin’ to my n*gga, i’ma find y’all
i’m a beecher*ass n*gga, i know n*ggas hate me
i’m a real*ass n*gga, i cannot fake it
been the same n*gga, used to trap up in granny bas*m*nt
n*gga, i do everything for her, she ain’t gotta thank me
if i’m sleep off the lean, n*gga, do not wake me
hung up on this one b*tch, i don’t wanna cake it
the rap game fake as h*ll, i don’t wanna make it
my n*gga seen you with them band*bands and he wanna take it

[verse 2: grindhard e]
the weed that i got taste so good that i wanna face it
he broke and his music trash, he don’t wanna face it
he gon’ fake it ’til he make it, but he ain’t gon’ never make it
went through his b*tch phone, he found some sh*t, now he wanna break it
told my son i’m on my way an hour ago, i hope he feelin’ patient
i know i’m gon’ blow, i just don’t know when, got me feelin’ anxious
i still got some act’ put up, that’s what you call ancient
just put a switch on my glock, that’s what you call dangerous
i feel like i’m rappin’ too simple, let me switch my cadence
two, two, four, four, four ’til the pint gone
i pour up again every time i think my high gone
my white boy know everything ’bout weed, he tryna school me ’bout the trichomes
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
i can see you a b*tch with my eyes closed
my n*gga said he still got aim with a blindfold
my lil’ n*gga head f*cked up, yeah, his mind gone
we finna slide down they block like a slideshow
i treat her like my b*tch, she my side ho
you the only n*gga poppin’ n*ggas, but your guys don’t
you the type of n*gga do sh*t for her other guys won’t
how you the only one with money, but your guys broke?

[verse 4: grindhard e]
should we ask how?
let him reach for my chain, the only thing you gon’ hear is baow
shoot him in his head, he gon’ be dead ‘fore he hit the ground
spent a hundred, made a hundred thousand dollars, got ’em like, “wow”
grindhard, my whole family dependin’ on me, i ain’t the only child
until i make a couple million, i can’t settle down
i ain’t lettin’ my foot off the gas, holdin’ the pedal down
i’m conceited, do everything for myself, i can’t let me down

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
my n*gga ain’t bust back at the opps, he just let me down
feel like sam smith with this glock, i’m finna layhim down
a weed rapper wanna do a feature, paid me in some pants
we just got a n*gga lost and he can’t be found
[verse 6: grindhard e]
tie some bricks to his ankles, throw him in the river, we gon’ make him drown
hit a couple l!cks, lay some n*ggas down, i told ’em don’t make a sound
lookin’ for some spots to bring ot, i’m tryna find a town
lookin’ for some opps, they ain’t nowhere to be find, they must be hidin’ out

[outro: grindhard e]
lookin’ for some opps, they ain’t nowhere to be find, they must be hidin’ out
lookin’ for some opps, they ain’t nowhere to be find, they must be hidin’ out

- grindhard e ysr gramz lyrics

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