wireless - ysr gramz & louie ray lyrics
[intro]
enrgy made this one
[verse 1: louie ray]
woke straight up out my sleep, on some get money sh*t
[?] just like a honey bun, but this a hundred clip
in l.a. in some hoop shorts, can run with the stick
i’m in l.a. on the hooper, but the ball on a b*tch
do it by myself, i don’t call on a b*tch
drop d*ck, then b*lls on a b*tch
i don’t want to, but if i gotta drop [?] on a b*tch
ok i stunted on him, because i balled on his b*tch
stash for the glock, but this a 2020 though
young n*gga, but i’m getting plenty dough
fn bullets leave holes like cherios
but the [?] like a blue [?]
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
shooting dice on the block, i just got them [?]
we got stripes in our hood, but we ain’t got [?] on
he just dissed me in a song, i just got him beat up on
n*ggas f*cked up at home right now, they need a lone
don’t invite them to this party, we don’t get along
the plug just called with 10 pees, i’m finna get them gone
if a n*gga try me right now, i’ma get him gone
n*gga, take that sh*t off, you don’t put it on
b*tch, your boyfriend broke, i’m finna put him on
put some money on your head, and get you sh*tted on
hit his ass with a leg shot, now he pidgen toed
me and louie locked in, ’cause he didn’t fold
i can get a n*gga rolled up like a swisher roll
how you still hanging with him, when you know he told?
he don’t come around no more, that n*gga know he bold
three backwoods to the face, a n*gga overblowed
he was f*cking with the opps, that n*gga cover blowed
they think we ran out of f*cking bullets, but got another load
why the f*ck you kissing on that b*tch? she get nutted on
these n*ggas out here cuffing b*tches, like amber rose
n*gga think he ’bout the blow, i bet a band he don’t
talking ’bout he ’bout to shoot, i bet a band he won’t
[verse 3: louie ray & ysr gramz]
[?] open up for you, bet the fans be gone
when i bust his boe open, i bet a band it’s strong
ok, you know i’m for real though
[verse 4: louie ray]
missed out on like ten racks, ’cause i overslept
yeah, i’m the type of n*gga you don’t overstep
yeah, i rince all my lean bottles, ain’t no overs left
keep my strap on my right side, it don’t know the left
she ain’t ask for sh*t for christmas, so i bought her bricks
a b*tch always ask for something, probably buy her less
[?] snitch, wire on, but it’s wireless
i do business with some real n*ggas, come and hire us
add 30 more to the kit, turn the fire up
tried to run off with the work, tigh the buyer up
6 lines in the small pop, got me higher, huh
perk desolved in the bottom, got me wired up
my hood don’t buy work from nowhere else, ’cause i supply enough
never notice what they talking ’bout, guess i don’t try enough
it’s hard to find exotic boes and sh*t, because i buy them up
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
soon as the boes touch down, n*gga fired up
soon as they let him out the cell, n*gga, fire him up
he don’t even know i f*cked his b*tch, i just tighed her up
i ain’t even like this lil b*tch, i just lied to f*ck
i just lied to this lil b*tch like i’m broke, i’m up
n*gga, you ain’t even got no money, you just mad you stuck
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