Opps Cry YSR Gramz (Ft. Six Ward Von)
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[Intro]
(Damn, JakeSand)
[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
My boy gon' X a nigga out, kill a nigga in Off-White
We don't get no sleep, we been trappin' all night
We been in that water six deep even since we rode bikes
We do time for disrespect, I know niggas doin' life
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
He was talkin' like a killer, when I catch him, on sight
Get the Glocks up in the party, leave the choppers outside
Lil' bro a lil' nigga, but he serve topside
Give a fuck about them niggas, tryna see the opps die
[Verse 3: Six Ward Von]
I can never put a random over my people
Who can I trust? You been actin' so evil
You left me at my worst when I really, really need you
Now I'm John Cena, bitch, I don't even see you
You actin' like you real and I'm seein' that you see-through
We don't want the opps locked, free you
One eat, the whole gang eat too
How you bite the hand that feed you?
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
How you bite the hand that's gon' feed you?
I got it out the mud, I don't need you
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back, you can bleed too
My lil' nigga serve, pop pills, and grow weed too
Quick to cut her off, you can keep her
Heard a nigga knocked your bitch down and you beat her
Them Palms cost the same as my features
When the feds on your ass, you can't beat 'em
(Damn, JakeSand)
[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
My boy gon' X a nigga out, kill a nigga in Off-White
We don't get no sleep, we been trappin' all night
We been in that water six deep even since we rode bikes
We do time for disrespect, I know niggas doin' life
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
He was talkin' like a killer, when I catch him, on sight
Get the Glocks up in the party, leave the choppers outside
Lil' bro a lil' nigga, but he serve topside
Give a fuck about them niggas, tryna see the opps die
[Verse 3: Six Ward Von]
I can never put a random over my people
Who can I trust? You been actin' so evil
You left me at my worst when I really, really need you
Now I'm John Cena, bitch, I don't even see you
You actin' like you real and I'm seein' that you see-through
We don't want the opps locked, free you
One eat, the whole gang eat too
How you bite the hand that feed you?
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
How you bite the hand that's gon' feed you?
I got it out the mud, I don't need you
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back, you can bleed too
My lil' nigga serve, pop pills, and grow weed too
Quick to cut her off, you can keep her
Heard a nigga knocked your bitch down and you beat her
Them Palms cost the same as my features
When the feds on your ass, you can't beat 'em
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