Round Twelve GrindHard E & YSR Gramz (Ft. FTOS Twan, KrispyLife Kidd & YoungKingg)
"Round Twelve" by GrindHard E & YSR Gramz (Ft. FTOS Twan, KrispyLife Kidd & YoungKingg) is a 2023 hip-hop track that explores themes of resilience, ambition, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics convey a relentless pursuit of success despite adversity, emphasizing the importance of perseverance and loyalty among friends. Unique musical elements include a hard-hitting beat and dynamic flows from multiple artists, creating a collaborative energy. The song resonates with the youth, reflecting contemporary urban culture and the grind for success. #HipHop
[Verse 1: YoungKingg]
I had to quit poppin' pills, I was gettin' out of hand
A nigga tried to slide on my mans and he died 'cause his stick was jammed
These bitches talkin' 'bout, "Do you know who I am?" I don't give a damn
When that bitch in my hands, I get to blowin' like a ceiling fan
Catch a case, it made me slow down, but still'll take a chance
Yeah, I been locked up before, but won't go again
Let a nigga disrespect me, I'ma slap him with a whole band
Four, five niggas hopped out shootin', they thought it was a band
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Naw, E hopped out shootin', they thought it was a kid
We 'bout to spin on his block and do it again
I just got catfished, I'm finna hit her friend
She don't know money, I sold a five and she thought it was ten
You a dummy ho
Snatch this, you got a better chance of jumpin' with no bungee rope
My last one hold fifty, this a hundred, though
Drop on a nigga from a long distance, split his cantaloupe
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I'ma walk up, get close up, and I'ma come alone
Shoot out of town, ain't no tellin' when I'm comin' home
Shoot holes in this yellow whip, now it look just like a honeycomb
My nigga in the feds for conspiracy, that's the reason I don't trust my phone
Wock', PAI, and a lil' Tris in my styrofoam
Got a quarter from a nigga, smoked a blunt, then I threw it in the garbage for him
A nigga phone died, then I took all his sales when I charged it for him
A nigga want the sauce for what I know, then you know I'ma charge him for it
I had to quit poppin' pills, I was gettin' out of hand
A nigga tried to slide on my mans and he died 'cause his stick was jammed
These bitches talkin' 'bout, "Do you know who I am?" I don't give a damn
When that bitch in my hands, I get to blowin' like a ceiling fan
Catch a case, it made me slow down, but still'll take a chance
Yeah, I been locked up before, but won't go again
Let a nigga disrespect me, I'ma slap him with a whole band
Four, five niggas hopped out shootin', they thought it was a band
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Naw, E hopped out shootin', they thought it was a kid
We 'bout to spin on his block and do it again
I just got catfished, I'm finna hit her friend
She don't know money, I sold a five and she thought it was ten
You a dummy ho
Snatch this, you got a better chance of jumpin' with no bungee rope
My last one hold fifty, this a hundred, though
Drop on a nigga from a long distance, split his cantaloupe
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I'ma walk up, get close up, and I'ma come alone
Shoot out of town, ain't no tellin' when I'm comin' home
Shoot holes in this yellow whip, now it look just like a honeycomb
My nigga in the feds for conspiracy, that's the reason I don't trust my phone
Wock', PAI, and a lil' Tris in my styrofoam
Got a quarter from a nigga, smoked a blunt, then I threw it in the garbage for him
A nigga phone died, then I took all his sales when I charged it for him
A nigga want the sauce for what I know, then you know I'ma charge him for it
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