Finesse Da Industry YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon (Ft. KrispyLife Kidd)

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(YSR shit, Lebeau Street, nigga)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Hell nah, I ain't signing to no industry
Nigga, fuck the opps, let's go slide on our enemies
I just ran through twenty 'bows, nigga, literally
Pass me a 'Wood, man, I need some more energy
Fuck around and pop one of you niggas, move to Italy
Finesse for ten bands, it was bittersweet
You would think it's Mortal Kombat the way we finished him
I just got some head from your bitch for some Hennessey
Alright, let me switch it up, nigga, you ain't hard, you ain't on shit
Like a tree outside, bro got a whole stick
I will not lie, these niggas hoes, on my mama 'nem
Bro get to busting in the crowd, ain't got no common sense
I ain't even finished high school, ain't get no scholarship
I'll shoot this whole club up like it's dollar bills
I made a hundred K on the L, I ain't got no deal

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon & KrispyLife Kidd]
I don't want that pint from you, it ain't got no seal
I just sparked up my 'Wood with a hundred-dollar bill
I set the whole bill on fire
My opp still owe me some cheese, I'm finna set his crib on fire
That's a fire bomb
Fucked this one ho five times, she got some fire pussy (Fire)
Now I'm finna pull up on my weed man for some fire Cookie
That nigga say he got a Scat Pack, he in a hoopty
Can't even buy the whole box, he bought a loosie (I swear)
I told that bitch I don't feel like driving, come and scoop me
Beat a nigga ass and knocked him out with a two-piece
I love going to that Walmart, they too sweet
Spent five bands at Neiman Marcus, I got the receipt (Money)
That ain't no cap
A nigga just tried to rob me with no strap (KrispyLife)