Neighborhood LeBron

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Ray] Imma fuck her just because she drive a [?] My car stand out like crazy, see me [?] down I know somebody prowd of me, whoever looking down then I used my rapper life to try and bring them pounds in [?] thirty five fifty, this bitch [?] [?] going hard since I started, neighborhood LeBron They tried to count me out right [?] knew what timing was Before I said steal, they ain't know what grinding was [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] A fourty on his head, give him a headband The way the chopper hit his ass, he do a headstand I'm high as hell in the booth, I look like Redman The streets talking, you don't know that you a dead man? Your boyfriеnd broke, that lil nigga, he a fan fan [?] running to that money, that's [?] [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Thirty fourty on me, call mе band man He got the title, kill him, take it out his hand then I'm with Gramz, he got grams, call him bag man You niggas characters for real, need a casting I'm so on point, probably shoot him with my bad hand I snuck in with the pistol, got my mans in too Getting money, fuck you think you got [?] I ain't yelling for you bro, that's what your fans here to do OK, got him killed, [?] here to do Keep a fan, air blowing with a fan in the coupe Drunk a three of Mike's, then snuk off and drunk a duse I'm down to roll [?], slide through, chuck a duse Come make it out the hood, fasho fasho, cause we the proof We could pull up at our hood, [?] visual Gramz [?] slap, gotta shoot the visual We ain't no signed paid artists, but we look identical [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] I was selling grams, right before my interview I just text this one freak, bitch, I'm so into you We gon leave his ass flat, ike a fucking inner tube Got the head from this bitch, you can't even suck her boobs If I was beefing with them niggas, I'd catch them [?] I be cutting into bitches, they be like, you so rude Catch a nigga by himself, oh no, you a cool dude Kids be like, you that rapping ass nigga from YouTube? I ain't paring up with none of y'all niggas, bluetooth Niggas moving like these hoes, how you know [?] Put my nigga on your head, he a fucking loose screw Niggas hoes, niggas broke, I don't fuck with niggas too I'm [?] with Louie, what you finna get into? [?] with my brodies, doing B's with my [?] If we riding through the city, we got Glocks in the coupe We ain't beefing with nobody, we'll drop niggas too They be taxing you for drugs, lil nigga, you a goof