Sound Effect 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Detwan Love] (Enrgy made this one) Hmm YSR, what we on, blood? [Verse 1: Detwan Love] Your daddy stole my son P4, I should kill his ass My nigga killed a nigga for tryna tell him he gotta wear his mask Hahaha, I ain't supposed to say that Come on, blood, I'm on some foul shit, clear path I don't like this beat, I'm finna call Sav [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] Oh, I ain't answer the phone? You gotta call back Brodie snuck the gun in the club, he got a small strap I'm in your hometown sellin' 'bows, where the mall at? Seen my favorite opp catchin' a bus, made him haul ass [Verse 3: Detwan Love] Ayy, bro, tell me if you seen her right here, bro What she be on, bro? Like real shit You know her? Yeah, bitch, mhm, she suck ball packs Why my nigga die tryna leap with his frog ass? I'm suspended, but I'm still goin' to school, I got a hall pass You heard about your boy, right? Yeah, he bold as hell Rape case catchin'-ass nigga, I hope you die in jail Listenin' to Tee, I poured lean in some Propel [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] You ain't smokin' on 'Za, boy, you smokin' tails Petty crimes got him up in jail tryna hang himself Bad bitch ain't got no money, she had to sell herself I went to school high as hell, I just failed my test But I don't even really 'posed to be smoking Fuck the mailman, I'm goin' to grab my 'bows myself [Verse 5: Detwan Love] I heard that nigga be fucked up, Quavis Hell yeah, I seened him on Ballenger, that nigga sellin' belts I'll run a nigga straight over like a raccoon What the fuck is wrong, my nigga? This nigga got married to this bitch My nigga trippin', he married a bitch who used to smoke dope Your big homie soft, and that oath you took was fake hope I just wanna— huh I just wanna meet the white man off Nationwide I got a cut up in my heart, but I can't use peroxide My nigga just bought an FN and still tryna hide You ain't invited to the block, bitch, this some block vibes My nigga really could've beat that case if he really lied [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] I pray every single day my opps die AK-47 with the stock make you cha-cha slide In the booth smokin' three-fives with Luh Fried Lik got that big-ass gun, but he a lil' guy My bitch gettin' on my nerves, I think I need a girlfriend Me and Baglife locked in 'til the world end I had to call my granny, asked her did she see the mailman? Man, Detwan, man, put that fuckin' Black out in my car [Verse 7: Detwan Love] Yeah, hmm My nigga ran off on my nigga, what the fuck? Man, his mind was lost Exit four shots in his car, now his mind lost Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, there go the exhaust You ain't a thug, you an officer, Rick Ross Why these niggas be actin' like they really don't feel that loss? Girl, that pussy don't even cost much, how much it really cost? Ayy, naw, real shit, how much you want for it? Never mind