Round Eight lyrics

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga high as a f*ck, he ain't took no meds
When them 7.62 hit his head, it took off dread
Free my n*gga Cannon, they got him locked down in the feds
I just got some head from yo' b*tch, I'm finna go to bed
I'm finna slide on the opps, bro said, "Go ahead"
Slid on the opps yesterday, we finna go again
Like I'm finna get some pus*y, I be goin' in
LBG bad as f*ck, he got four FNs

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I just poured a deuce, then a four, then a four again
Now I got a six
AR got rapid-fire, but it's not no switch
Speakin' on the dead, end up dead, layin' in a ditch
Or get found in the water by somebody try— ahh
Or get found in some water by somebody tryna fish
Seven grams in a Fronto and it act like it's not gon' stick
I'm the type to di*k a b*tch down, I am not gon' lick

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
n*gga got a thirty in this clip, but only got six
E pourin' up that other sh*t, he ain't got no Trish
Before I bought my first f*ckin' gun, I used to play with sticks
Don't take no pictures with that gun, that b*tch got a switch
Dee Rich will spray at any f*ckin' body, he ain't got no sense
n*gga, you don't get no f*ckin' pus*y, you ain't got no di*k
How the f*ck you say you GD, but you don't know yo' lick?
He beefin' with the whole f*ckin' city but ain't got no blick
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
If I get to shootin' before you shoot, I am not gon' miss
I be lyin' to myself, tellin' myself "I am not gon' sip"
You got jewelry from the middle of the mall, that is not no kit
Tryna stuff this sh*t all in one pocket, it is not gon' fit
How the f*ck you sellin' dope for more than five years and ain't got no brick? (Mm, mm, mm)
That don't make no sense
Hittin' licks, I grew up with some n*ggas that'll take yo' sh*t
Catch a opp out in traffic by himself, we done sprayed his whip

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
They don't know who did it, he had on black like Blade and sh*t
I ain't talkin' 'bout smokin' weed, I be blazin' sh*t
I'm high as hell, eyes low as hell like a Asian, sh*t
He don't even know it but his plug f*ck with agents 'nem

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Words slurred 'cause my pop got an eight in here
Trap slappin' hard, my n*ggas leavin', I'm stayin' here
Four-forty-eight, 7.62, it's a K in here
n*gga try to take something, he gon' D-I-E, let me make it clear
Bro just caught a flight, on the way with the 'bows, hope he make it here
Told him I hope it's all bud, 'cause I don't want it if it's shake in here