ysr gramz - neighborhood lebron lyrics
[verse 1: louie ray]
imma f+ck 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 b+tch [?]
[?] 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 h+ll in the booth, i look like redman
the streets talking, you don’t know that you a dead man?
your boyfriеnd broke, that lil n+gga, 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, k!ll him, take it out his hand then
i’m with gramz, he got grams, call him bag man
you n+ggas 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, f+ck you think you got [?]
i ain’t yelling for you bro, that’s what your fans here to do
ok, got him k!lled, [?] 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, b+tch, i’m so into you
we gon leave his ass flat, ike a f+cking inner tube
got the head from this b+tch, you can’t even suck her b00bs
if i was beefing with them n+ggas, i’d catch them [?]
i be cutting into b+tches, they be like, you so rude
catch a n+gga by himself, oh no, you a cool dude
kids be like, you that rapping ass n+gga from youtube?
i ain’t paring up with none of y’all n+ggas, bluetooth
n+ggas moving like these hoes, how you know [?]
put my n+gga on your head, he a f+cking loose screw
n+ggas hoes, n+ggas broke, i don’t f+ck with n+ggas 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 n0body, we’ll drop n+ggas too
they be taxing you for drugs, lil n+gga, you a goof
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