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 n*gga killed a n*gga 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t
You know her?
Yeah, b*tch, mhm, she suck ball packs
Why my n*gga 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 n*gga, 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 b*tch 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
f*ck the mailman, I'm goin' to grab my 'bows myself

[Verse 5: Detwan Love]
I heard that n*gga be f*cked up, Quavis
Hell yeah, I seened him on Ballenger, that n*gga sellin' belts
I'll run a n*gga straight over like a raccoon
What the f*ck is wrong, my n*gga? This n*gga got married to this b*tch
My n*gga trippin', he married a b*tch 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 n*gga just bought an FN and still tryna hide
You ain't invited to the block, b*tch, this some block vibes
My n*gga 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 b*tch 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 f*ckin' Black out in my car
[Verse 7: Detwan Love]
Yeah, hmm
My n*gga ran off on my n*gga, what the f*ck? 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 n*ggas be actin' like they really don't feel that loss?
Girl, that pus*y don't even cost much, how much it really cost?
Ayy, naw, real sh*t, how much you want for it?
Never mind