[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Jay go brazy
YSR Shit (Ay this that one right here)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Er-er-everytime I wake up, I make a thousand
I keep my nigga with me, Nick Cannon, he be wylin
Give a nigga free shots if a nigga ever foul me
Put a hole in that nigga, left him looking like an olive
Me and Kasher in this bitch, we brought two choppas
You wanna hear me on your song, I need two thousand
A nigga play with us, we gone give that nigga two options
Give his ass a headshot, Biggie Smalls, who shot you
[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech with YSR
And I'm in the studio crispy off YSL
I heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can't pay his bail
This a Moncler, I heard you still wear Pelle Pelle
I'm talking to my vendor right now on Telegram
How the fuck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram
My cousin never paid me, so I'm finna roll my fam
I'm in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
(KrispyLife)
Gramz, Quon kid, this what the people wanted
I don't fuck with these rap nigga's, ain't no sugar coating
Dropped Story Of A Young Goat, yeah I been rolling
I do not fuck these nigga's bitches, okay, I'm trolling
Four fifty for a Mabel jean fit, five bands all blues
I know your broke ass ain't seen this
I ain't really bragging cause, this ain't no dog shit
I'm pretty sure that's what your broke ass would call this
Jay go brazy
YSR Shit (Ay this that one right here)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Er-er-everytime I wake up, I make a thousand
I keep my nigga with me, Nick Cannon, he be wylin
Give a nigga free shots if a nigga ever foul me
Put a hole in that nigga, left him looking like an olive
Me and Kasher in this bitch, we brought two choppas
You wanna hear me on your song, I need two thousand
A nigga play with us, we gone give that nigga two options
Give his ass a headshot, Biggie Smalls, who shot you
[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech with YSR
And I'm in the studio crispy off YSL
I heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can't pay his bail
This a Moncler, I heard you still wear Pelle Pelle
I'm talking to my vendor right now on Telegram
How the fuck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram
My cousin never paid me, so I'm finna roll my fam
I'm in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
(KrispyLife)
Gramz, Quon kid, this what the people wanted
I don't fuck with these rap nigga's, ain't no sugar coating
Dropped Story Of A Young Goat, yeah I been rolling
I do not fuck these nigga's bitches, okay, I'm trolling
Four fifty for a Mabel jean fit, five bands all blues
I know your broke ass ain't seen this
I ain't really bragging cause, this ain't no dog shit
I'm pretty sure that's what your broke ass would call this
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