Late Bloomer ft. YSR Gramz Lyrics

You can't tell me brody cheap he tryna spin something

Lil niggas capping like they be pressing they ain't did nothing

Re said he tryna pop out wit me so that switch coming

We in a striker fishbowlin tryna hit something

Niggas claiming they hitting blocks I must've missed something

We tryna send a nigga home these niggas crib shooters

Flunkies capping like they hitting blocks but never been through it

Niggas think they on that dumb shit like we ain't been stupid

Lil nigga we been ten these niggas been goofy

Niggas act better than they rap they should've been in movies

Pack em up since they think it's smoke we got they niggas moving

Make it make sense it ain't no passes I stay with a shooter

This nigga broke as hell ain't got a car he still ride in ubers

I ain't no fucking rap nigga nigga I'll shoot you

Backwood stuffed wit eight grams it look like a cuban

Mad as hell we just took a chain it's a fake cuban

Nigga you ain't tryna hit shit you a waist shooter

Grown as hell just jumped off the porch he a late bloomer

My first gun was a glock bitch I hate Rugers

Lost money betting wit the Mavs now I hate Luka

I hate niggas acting like they tough when they know they not

You still ain't got no fucking get back when you got shot

You still fuck with dog when you know he fuck with the cops

We gave him nyquil the lil nigga thought it was wock

I got niggas who drop fours without a fucking pop

All that mean mugging don't mean nothing don't get fucking popped

Niggas ain't cut meanwhile brody tryna tuck the chop

Say it's up niggas getting dropped at they fucking drops

I gotta go tryna make ten before 12 o clock

That draco knock fuck niggas out they fucking socks

He caught a stomach shot tryna wrestle I don't fucking box

Told this opp bitch I ain't tryna fuck I just want the top

He think he shiesty shoot the shiesty off his fucking top

Goofy lil nigga think she a keeper she a fucking bop

Tryna slide down you ain't gone make it up the fucking block

Hit a nigga block with all fullys he thought it was some chops

Niggas silly thinking they getting off that shit dead

All that capping like they hardbody that shit in they head

Don't make me call my whoops up that's a code red

A real trap nigga I learned the game from a old head

Bitch got a pool in her pussy so I dove in

Bro hit the road all day he say it's not gone end

If I ain't got no condom in my pocket I am not going in

Walked in the store and walked out with like four fns