[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I been stuntin' since a youngin, now I'm Sak Runnin'
When I touch my first M, I'ma tat the Sak Runner
Told lil' bro watch the block, let us know if the 'Cat comin'
Doggy got popped last week, now he back thuggin'
I see you dropped your first chain, nigga, that's nothin'
I'ma ride for my dog like we blood cousins
Told Kidd I got his back 'cause we mud brothers
I'm in Cali, not at home, got some drugs comin'
Niggas hard on the 'net, but they love duckin'
Love money, don't love hoes, but I love fuckin'
My nigga like to shoot to kill, he don't love nothin'
My lil' nigga fell in love with pills, he a love junkie
How is you a real nigga, don't give your dogs nothin'?
If I fall off right now, I know my dogs comin'
He got pitbulls for sale, he a dog lovеr
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't take covеr
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, ghetto baby, all my niggas on that hotlist (On that hotlist)
Rich as fuck, still grind like I ain't got shit (For real, nigga)
You got a plain Rollie on, that's a stock wrist (That's a plain jane)
Up that mopstick, niggas opps and still ain't drop shit (Ain't drop nothin')
Buy the load off the plug, we ain't splittin' bags (Nah)
Thirty thousand in my pants, this my tippin' bag (Thirty bands)
Audemars with VVS, spent a brick and half (VVSs)
Trap money, real displayer, twenties trippin' fast (Fast, nigga)
Made a million off of shows, I bought eighty sticks (No cap)
In the club, fuck a party, bitch, we takin' kits (Pussy)
Lil' gang 'nem whackin' shit for an eight of Tris (For an eight)
Heavy bag, dog too strong, it ain't takin' fent' (Woo)
I ain't beefin' with no rapper, I got real money (I got real paper)
Slide in Hutch, fuck around and spend your deal money (Hah)
Pour a pint of Quagen up, snatch the seal off it
Dead presidents in my safe, that's a real coffin (That's a real coffin)
Richest nigga that my neighborhood done ever seen (Facts)
New Rolls-Royce, crack the Forgios on Evergreen (Shit)
Burnt out off the mud, pour the red in threes (Threes)
Had more cheese than they havin' now when I was sellin' lean (Niggas ever seen)
You want the jewelry that I got, you gotta get a bag (Gotta run it up)
We came up from that old boy just like Killa Cam (Oh, that dog food)
Yeah, twenty-sixes on the Track', look like I'm in a Ram
Froze wrist, count up dog shit with my nigga Gramz, bitch (What it look like?)
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I been stuntin' since a youngin, now I'm Sak Runnin'
When I touch my first M, I'ma tat the Sak Runner
Told lil' bro watch the block, let us know if the 'Cat comin'
Doggy got popped last week, now he back thuggin'
I see you dropped your first chain, nigga, that's nothin'
I'ma ride for my dog like we blood cousins
Told Kidd I got his back 'cause we mud brothers
I'm in Cali, not at home, got some drugs comin'
Niggas hard on the 'net, but they love duckin'
Love money, don't love hoes, but I love fuckin'
My nigga like to shoot to kill, he don't love nothin'
My lil' nigga fell in love with pills, he a love junkie
How is you a real nigga, don't give your dogs nothin'?
If I fall off right now, I know my dogs comin'
He got pitbulls for sale, he a dog lovеr
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't take covеr
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, ghetto baby, all my niggas on that hotlist (On that hotlist)
Rich as fuck, still grind like I ain't got shit (For real, nigga)
You got a plain Rollie on, that's a stock wrist (That's a plain jane)
Up that mopstick, niggas opps and still ain't drop shit (Ain't drop nothin')
Buy the load off the plug, we ain't splittin' bags (Nah)
Thirty thousand in my pants, this my tippin' bag (Thirty bands)
Audemars with VVS, spent a brick and half (VVSs)
Trap money, real displayer, twenties trippin' fast (Fast, nigga)
Made a million off of shows, I bought eighty sticks (No cap)
In the club, fuck a party, bitch, we takin' kits (Pussy)
Lil' gang 'nem whackin' shit for an eight of Tris (For an eight)
Heavy bag, dog too strong, it ain't takin' fent' (Woo)
I ain't beefin' with no rapper, I got real money (I got real paper)
Slide in Hutch, fuck around and spend your deal money (Hah)
Pour a pint of Quagen up, snatch the seal off it
Dead presidents in my safe, that's a real coffin (That's a real coffin)
Richest nigga that my neighborhood done ever seen (Facts)
New Rolls-Royce, crack the Forgios on Evergreen (Shit)
Burnt out off the mud, pour the red in threes (Threes)
Had more cheese than they havin' now when I was sellin' lean (Niggas ever seen)
You want the jewelry that I got, you gotta get a bag (Gotta run it up)
We came up from that old boy just like Killa Cam (Oh, that dog food)
Yeah, twenty-sixes on the Track', look like I'm in a Ram
Froze wrist, count up dog shit with my nigga Gramz, bitch (What it look like?)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!