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i'm serious - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro: detwan love]
wooo
ysr and d. love, b*tch, we serious (his name’s pablo!)
slatt

[verse: detwan love, ysr gramz & eightball tank]
yeah, b*tch, i’m serious (mmm*hmm)
i bought a thousand bullets yesterday, i’m serious
we would’ve k!lled lil george for bein’ curious (mmm*hmm)
we was jokin’ yesterday, but now i’m serious (mmm*hmm)
it’s all fun and games, until sh*t get serious
she wanna give a n*gga head, she on her period
we gon’ use the fn five*seven, they can’t hear it
got the devil in this glock, it take your spirit
we feelin’ good in the club screamin’ “period”
i know a n*gga out here hittin’ b*tches on their period
pipe down lil bro, ‘fore it get serious
this b*tch give dumb head, i thought the b*tch was ignorant
g just stepped on the snow and it ain’t even christmas
he been playin’ with the rock and he can’t even dribble
the k hold 2 clips, empty one and flip it
if you gon’ rap about this sh*t, n*gga, you gotta live it
we put boy up in a box, sent him down the river
ridin’ ’round with a drac’, but i ain’t talkin’ drizzy
i could’ve hooped, but i was too busy sellin’ rizzy
i seen the b*tch i f*cked in 9th grade, now she doin’ scizzy
just ’cause you in your feelings, b*tch, don’t mean i feel you
.45 burn a n*gga chest, like he drunk some henny
this ar take a n*gga out, like he eat at denny’s
he seen the shottas comin’ back, like we threw a frisbee
everybody hard as h*ll, until you do ’em like ricky
dawg think we finna 1*on*1, but i got bl!cky
if everybody sellin’ dog food, then we got whitney
i was ’bout to buy this b*tch somethin’, but she got picky
if this sh*t don’t apply to you, you ain’t gon’ feel it
i’ll drop lean in this water, n*gga, f*ck 50
and n*ggas really linkin’ with their boys, drinkin’ pink whitney
my n*gga married to that lean, he said “f*ck kidneys, b*tch”
he just facetime’d me with a roll, looked like he robbed diddy
put a mickey mouse on the k, and i ain’t talkin’ disney
you would think that n*gga caught a ride, ’cause this choppa lyft him
caught that n*gga out, i wiped his nose, he should’ve had some tissue
caught that n*gga lackin’ with his b*tch, he should’ve had his pistol
shot the draco at a opp, he thought we had a missile
blowin’ ‘woods back*to*back, you thought i had a whistle
you ain’t even mean to k!ll that n*gga, it was accidental
my n*gga got a 10 year sentence, you think his b*tch with him?
dawg died, it’s f*cked up, don’t n0body miss him

- ysr gramz lyrics

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