Sound Effect 2
[Intro: Detwan Love]
(Enrgy made this one)
Hmm
YSR, what we on, blood?
[Verse 1: Detwan Love]
Your daddy stole my son P4, I should kill his ass
My nigga killed a nigga for tryna tell him he gotta wear his mask
Hahaha, I ain't supposed to say that
Come on, blood, I'm on some foul shit, clear path
I don't like this beat, I'm finna call Sav
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Oh, I ain't answer the phone? You gotta call back
Brodie snuck the gun in the club, he got a small strap
I'm in your hometown sellin' 'bows, where the mall at?
Seen my favorite opp catchin' a bus, made him haul ass
[Verse 3: Detwan Love]
Ayy, bro, tell me if you seen her right here, bro
What she be on, bro? Like real shit
You know her?
Yeah, bitch, mhm, she suck ball packs
Why my nigga die tryna leap with his frog ass?
I'm suspended, but I'm still goin' to school, I got a hall pass
You heard about your boy, right? Yeah, he bold as hell
Rape case catchin'-ass nigga, I hope you die in jail
Listenin' to Tee, I poured lean in some Propel
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
You ain't smokin' on 'Za, boy, you smokin' tails
Petty crimes got him up in jail tryna hang himself
Bad bitch ain't got no money, she had to sell herself
I went to school high as hell, I just failed my test
But I don't even really 'posed to be smoking
Fuck the mailman, I'm goin' to grab my 'bows myself
[Verse 5: Detwan Love]
I heard that nigga be fucked up, Quavis
Hell yeah, I seened him on Ballenger, that nigga sellin' belts
I'll run a nigga straight over like a raccoon
What the fuck is wrong, my nigga? This nigga got married to this bitch
My nigga trippin', he married a bitch who used to smoke dope
Your big homie soft, and that oath you took was fake hope
I just wanna— huh
I just wanna meet the white man off Nationwide
I got a cut up in my heart, but I can't use peroxide
My nigga just bought an FN and still tryna hide
You ain't invited to the block, bitch, this some block vibes
My nigga really could've beat that case if he really lied
[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
I pray every single day my opps die
AK-47 with the stock make you cha-cha slide
In the booth smokin' three-fives with Luh Fried
Lik got that big-ass gun, but he a lil' guy
My bitch gettin' on my nerves, I think I need a girlfriend
Me and Baglife locked in 'til the world end
I had to call my granny, asked her did she see the mailman?
Man, Detwan, man, put that fuckin' Black out in my car
[Verse 7: Detwan Love]
Yeah, hmm
My nigga ran off on my nigga, what the fuck? Man, his mind was lost
Exit four shots in his car, now his mind lost
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, there go the exhaust
You ain't a thug, you an officer, Rick Ross
Why these niggas be actin' like they really don't feel that loss?
Girl, that pussy don't even cost much, how much it really cost?
Ayy, naw, real shit, how much you want for it?
Never mind