Top 5 YSR Gramz & Driveway Baby (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd)
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[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Top five scammers of all time, you gotta mention Driveway
Nigga, you ain't really in the streets, you only in the driveway
Roll the window and slide, hold the chop sideways
You can put that 'Wood out, I got a fuckin' migraine
[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Been poor as fuck, nigga, since you had Myspace
I just got some chips and two bands quick at Rite Aid
When it come to gettin' bands, I do this shit my way
I can get it home, I ain't gotta hit no highway
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gotta hit the road either
I can go to Colorado, forward the mail 'cause the 'bows cheaper
Your bitch suck good dick, she the soul keeper
Don't make me call Lil P, he the soul sweeper
[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
Hatin'-ass city, man, these niggas rooty-poo
Nigga, I don't want your bitch, man, she look like Scooby Doo
Sold a 'bow of fake Runtz, charged a nigga thirty-two
I done ran so many bands up, ain't even twenty-two
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Top five scammers of all time, you gotta mention Driveway
Nigga, you ain't really in the streets, you only in the driveway
Roll the window and slide, hold the chop sideways
You can put that 'Wood out, I got a fuckin' migraine
[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Been poor as fuck, nigga, since you had Myspace
I just got some chips and two bands quick at Rite Aid
When it come to gettin' bands, I do this shit my way
I can get it home, I ain't gotta hit no highway
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gotta hit the road either
I can go to Colorado, forward the mail 'cause the 'bows cheaper
Your bitch suck good dick, she the soul keeper
Don't make me call Lil P, he the soul sweeper
[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
Hatin'-ass city, man, these niggas rooty-poo
Nigga, I don't want your bitch, man, she look like Scooby Doo
Sold a 'bow of fake Runtz, charged a nigga thirty-two
I done ran so many bands up, ain't even twenty-two
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