Tony Shhnow, YSR Gramz - IMPORTANT lyrics
[Tony Shhnow, YSR Gramz - IMPORTANT lyrics]
(Come On P)
Talking to the plug, my cup on three way
I'm in Vegas, my car got spades
She got face but I really want a girlfriend
Show your heart
Bitch put the Glock up in your purse then
Trap house Six Flags but it's
Gon be a long ticket
Call your favorite stripper pole
Just back up, tell her kick it
Fresh and clean I'm crispy
I know these niggas cap
I keep a nina if they shifty
Riding in a Benz but I drip hard, Mr bentley
I do it for them niggas that had
It hard for a living
Pour a four for all my niggas in
The yard doing a ten piece
Aye, you can't come around
When real niggas link
I'm in the streets, if you was worried
How you finna eat
180 days in the trenches, he ain't even eat
Thirty hours in the stu, I ain't even sleep
When I made my first 50k
I wasn't even geeked
I'm in Atlanta for a week
I'm looking for a freak
Rap niggas say they gon do what?
He gon get put to sleep
I'm a goat at what I do
These lil niggas fucking sheep
You don't wanna see them AR's
Hanging out that Jeep
This nigga acting like he from the streets
He just a wanna be
How I turn 100 to 1, 000, do you wanna see?
Nigga put his ass on me, do he wanna bleed?
Imma beat you ass nigga
So I'm throwing B's
I'm in the hood near you
I'm just smoking weed
I just threw the whole pack out
Cuz I found a seed
Why you sitting on your ass like
You ain't got a dream
Ain't nobody help you out
You ain't got no team
Nigga stop acting like your uncle
Ain't no fucking fiend
I call my shooter Cole Bennett
How he mix the scene
How you tryna go like Kobe?
You keep switching teams
I'm tired of niggas tryna rap but
In they room they sing
You know my type, we fantastic
You better have that thing
She told me that she model
Let her stay for a year
She know he a clown so with me it ain't fair
Where you bank?, have you had it for a year
Hit his ass dead and his
Head ain't got no hair
I'm from the streets
Nigga they ain't playing fair
Niggas 16 years old
Nigga they don't even care
Prolly whack you for some Gucci sneaker
He ain't had a pair
Yeah you prolly had a gun but
You ain't never go nowhere
Your daddy had you in the hood but
You ain't never go out there
I'm a fade in the trap
Catch juggs when no one there
I was holding handguns
You couldn't even hold me yet
We known to carry big drums
You can't even tote em back
Thigh pads like the lineman
Sacked up like the quarterback
Special like a artifact
All my clothes is imported
I'm important to the trap
Talking to the plug, my cup on three way
I'm in Vegas, my car got spades
She got face but I really want a girlfriend
Show your heart
Bitch put the Glock up in your purse then
Trap house Six Flags but it's
Gon be a long ticket
Call your favorite stripper pole
Just back up, tell her kick it
Fresh and clean I'm crispy
I know these niggas cap
I keep a nina if they shifty
Riding in a Benz but I drip hard, Mr bentley
I do it for them niggas that had
It hard for a living
Pour a four for all my niggas in
The yard doing a ten piece
Aye, you can't come around
When real niggas link
I'm in the streets, if you was worried
How you finna eat
180 days in the trenches, he ain't even eat
Thirty hours in the stu, I ain't even sleep
When I made my first 50k
I wasn't even geeked
I'm in Atlanta for a week
I'm looking for a freak
Rap niggas say they gon do what?
He gon get put to sleep
I'm a goat at what I do
These lil niggas fucking sheep
You don't wanna see them AR's
Hanging out that Jeep
This nigga acting like he from the streets
He just a wanna be
How I turn 100 to 1, 000, do you wanna see?
Nigga put his ass on me, do he wanna bleed?
Imma beat you ass nigga
So I'm throwing B's
I'm in the hood near you
I'm just smoking weed
I just threw the whole pack out
Cuz I found a seed
Why you sitting on your ass like
You ain't got a dream
Ain't nobody help you out
You ain't got no team
Nigga stop acting like your uncle
Ain't no fucking fiend
I call my shooter Cole Bennett
How he mix the scene
How you tryna go like Kobe?
You keep switching teams
I'm tired of niggas tryna rap but
In they room they sing
You know my type, we fantastic
You better have that thing
She told me that she model
Let her stay for a year
She know he a clown so with me it ain't fair
Where you bank?, have you had it for a year
Hit his ass dead and his
Head ain't got no hair
I'm from the streets
Nigga they ain't playing fair
Niggas 16 years old
Nigga they don't even care
Prolly whack you for some Gucci sneaker
He ain't had a pair
Yeah you prolly had a gun but
You ain't never go nowhere
Your daddy had you in the hood but
You ain't never go out there
I'm a fade in the trap
Catch juggs when no one there
I was holding handguns
You couldn't even hold me yet
We known to carry big drums
You can't even tote em back
Thigh pads like the lineman
Sacked up like the quarterback
Special like a artifact
All my clothes is imported
I'm important to the trap