
Unfair Iz Bo (Ft. YSR Gramz)
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[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
[Verse 1: Iz Bo]
Damn, sick me and Quavis got a song
Walked in this bitch by myself, but I'm not alone
Everybody wanna steal our sauce, but we ain’t got no clones
I'ma slide for bro right or wrong, but he ain't got no roles
Ill get your favorite rapper cracked like he dropped his phone
I don’t make calls to get you whacked 'cause I got my own
Every song get harder with this rap like I don't got no songs
I'm a short tempered-ass nigga, better watch your tone
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Man, the streets fucked up, you gotta watch your bro
I need sixteen zips, let me call up Bo
I'll beat your ass before I shoot you, I am not no ho
I'm sick niggas tryna ride waves, they ain't got no boats
My lil' cousin scam god, he just swiped a phone
My lil’ brother slime slatt, he’ll wipe your nose
You fresh as hell with no money, that is not no goals
She just gave me good head, got me off my toes
[Verse 3: Iz Bo]
Walked in the party and I just had an epiphany
Man, these hoes ain't shit to me
Wanna be my son, what you got, you get from me
Pigeon-toed walkin’ nigga, walk how I switch my feet
Had a Glock, now a Smitty, watch how I switch my heat
Call me the undertaker, I'll leave you six feet deep
I'ma run that bag up until I touch a hundred sleeves
I got some real young shooters, yeah, they under me
(Enrgy Beats)
[Verse 1: Iz Bo]
Damn, sick me and Quavis got a song
Walked in this bitch by myself, but I'm not alone
Everybody wanna steal our sauce, but we ain’t got no clones
I'ma slide for bro right or wrong, but he ain't got no roles
Ill get your favorite rapper cracked like he dropped his phone
I don’t make calls to get you whacked 'cause I got my own
Every song get harder with this rap like I don't got no songs
I'm a short tempered-ass nigga, better watch your tone
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Man, the streets fucked up, you gotta watch your bro
I need sixteen zips, let me call up Bo
I'll beat your ass before I shoot you, I am not no ho
I'm sick niggas tryna ride waves, they ain't got no boats
My lil' cousin scam god, he just swiped a phone
My lil’ brother slime slatt, he’ll wipe your nose
You fresh as hell with no money, that is not no goals
She just gave me good head, got me off my toes
[Verse 3: Iz Bo]
Walked in the party and I just had an epiphany
Man, these hoes ain't shit to me
Wanna be my son, what you got, you get from me
Pigeon-toed walkin’ nigga, walk how I switch my feet
Had a Glock, now a Smitty, watch how I switch my heat
Call me the undertaker, I'll leave you six feet deep
I'ma run that bag up until I touch a hundred sleeves
I got some real young shooters, yeah, they under me
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