
Initiation YSR Bruce (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd, YSR Gramz & YSR Loski)
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[Intro: YSR Bruce]
Enrgy made this one
Hey, Enrgy
[Verse 1: YSR Bruce]
I'm finna walk him down
Bro done wacked everybody, no more opps around
We done buried all the guns, ain't no Glocks around
Finna stuff this bitch with a baby, where the ultrasound?
Ever since we came shit talk [?] we the talk of the town
Bitch ain't let me hit last year, she can't talk to me now
Trey Young in the hellcat, we just [?] him down
My nigga in the army, hit your block with a hundred rounds
He was fake yesterday, he a hundred now
I ain't the same young nigga, I get monеy now
I'm sick, you steady talking like you got it, put that money out
Thеy done rapped his ass up, he a mummy now
[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
He thought I slid with the standard, put a hundred out
He [?] I done knocked the nigga stomach out
She sucked the dick til it go gummy now
Me and my niggas got the boes, we ain't running out
You and your niggas [?] hoes, you be running [?]
You had that P.V.P. looking good, now you bummy now
The city [?] they love me now
20 K on the piece, it's really Rose Gold
You and your bitch are old old
Both of y'all broke broke, sending me [?]
[?] with no home, you need to sell your clothes
She like to swallow all the nut [?]
Before I shoot dawg with his kids, that's a split [?]
I might hit somebody mama, [?] if I missed [?]
Enrgy made this one
Hey, Enrgy
[Verse 1: YSR Bruce]
I'm finna walk him down
Bro done wacked everybody, no more opps around
We done buried all the guns, ain't no Glocks around
Finna stuff this bitch with a baby, where the ultrasound?
Ever since we came shit talk [?] we the talk of the town
Bitch ain't let me hit last year, she can't talk to me now
Trey Young in the hellcat, we just [?] him down
My nigga in the army, hit your block with a hundred rounds
He was fake yesterday, he a hundred now
I ain't the same young nigga, I get monеy now
I'm sick, you steady talking like you got it, put that money out
Thеy done rapped his ass up, he a mummy now
[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
He thought I slid with the standard, put a hundred out
He [?] I done knocked the nigga stomach out
She sucked the dick til it go gummy now
Me and my niggas got the boes, we ain't running out
You and your niggas [?] hoes, you be running [?]
You had that P.V.P. looking good, now you bummy now
The city [?] they love me now
20 K on the piece, it's really Rose Gold
You and your bitch are old old
Both of y'all broke broke, sending me [?]
[?] with no home, you need to sell your clothes
She like to swallow all the nut [?]
Before I shoot dawg with his kids, that's a split [?]
I might hit somebody mama, [?] if I missed [?]
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