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ysr gramz & rmc mike - $2500 open verse lyrics

[verse 1: rmc mike]
chest shot, arm shot, headshot
my brother ran up a ticket off the fed box
sorry, i’m not putting on them j’s, i’m doing deadstock
with my style, i think that we got the rap game in a headlock
[?] come pop this nigga for me, he just said yeah
mask on, all black, all i see was dreadlocks
my nigga touched his soul when he heard the fn pop
poured a four in a 60 ounce, that’s a win pop
on stockdale street, going wild with the lamb chops
nigga pulled up too fucking fast, got a fan popped
i just shot a black nigga with a ten glock
fled the scene, met my nigga drizzy on shamrock

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
my nigga said he love when them cards hit the mailbox
my nigga get to tweeking, when they shooting, he shellshocked
i know he was a bitch, man, he pulled up with twelve cops
i made a play off my brother phone, that’s a cell block
oh, you a demon in the streets? you know hell hot?
i’ll put a big ass grenade in your mailbox
oh, he think he untouchable? he handcock
i’ll fly down this nigga block with twelve glocks
overkill, hit him in his head with like twelve shots
me and my nigga [?] locked in since the sandbox
we gotta drive to get the boes, the mail hot
i don’t got no gun in this hood, let me call opp
my beacher nigga made twenty million off a jump shot
[verse 3: rmc mike]
i’ll chase a nigga down with that one glock
[?] pulled up with heavy metal, this ain’t punk rock
[?] never fucked with the soft, but he pump rocks
[?]
tried to count up some dog shit, my thumbs locked
beat a bitch down so hard, i think her cousin heard
you niggas in last place, i’m above the first
in the crib, cut a bitch off, ’cause her oven ain’t work
get my chain from golden sun, i love they work

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
my grannie sell pills, and she go to church
i ain’t gon’ lie, just last week, she sold me syrup
white boy [?] they go berserk
now i need 2500 for an open verse
you fucked a broke nigga, and he stole your perse
i’m mad as hell at my lil cousin, he stole my perks
i ain’t trippin, i’ma steal that lil nigga check on the first
me and mike arguing ’bout a pop, so we poured a squert
i can’t settle down with a bitch that’s known to twerk
oh, you got a gun? i remember when you used to jerk
i smoke weed with my white bitch, she down to earth
please don’t play with ysr, you going down in dirt

- ysr gramz rmc mike lyrics

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