[Intro]
Enrgy made this one
Yo
Yo, [?], huh
Yeah I'm really one of them members
You already know nigga
Beat your boy's shit
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Aye, I'm the littest nigga out my section
A nigga sneeze wrong around the guys, nigga, I'm gon' stretch him
Told my nigga run his money up, and he bettin' I blessed him
I'm smoking Pluto right now, I just like the texture
I'm smoking Pluto right now, yeah, that shit fresh
My nigga in the lab with that [?] just like Dexter
I need a couple lines of that Wock, please bring the measure
Funny ass nigga, we should call you Cedric
Told that bitch don't call my phone, please just text me
The chopstick got a kick like that nigga Kevin
Backwood to capacity, I just rolled a seven
Beat a nigga ass in front of his mama, like that nigga Melvin
You can tell it's some Zaza, nigga, when you smell it
A nigga tried one of my niggas, sent him up to Heaven
When I lost that bag to the air, I was like damn it
I spent my last two thousand on that shit
I was broke as hell, spent my last just to catch that shit
I don't wanna [?], but when I do, I'ma cash that shit
Gave my lil cousin a Glock 9 and told him blast that bitch
Soon as he pop one of his opps, I'ma stash that shit
If the cops get behind us, bitch, stash that shit
I'ma tumble on the block I glass your shit
Two seven six and two whip, make you crash your shit
Oh, you don't wanna use your Glock? Nigga, let me blast your shit
I'm an ugly black nigga, I'll still bag your bitch
That ain't your money you be posting, who cash is it?
All that weed you be posting, who bags is it?
You're mad 'cause I'm posted in the hood with Cash and them
Treat a bad bitch like a slut, I be dragging them
Everytime a nigga sneak diss, I be asking them
Don't ask me 'bout no rappers, I ain't rapping with them
He ain't one of mine's, if I ain't never ever trap with him
Enrgy made this one
Yo
Yo, [?], huh
Yeah I'm really one of them members
You already know nigga
Beat your boy's shit
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Aye, I'm the littest nigga out my section
A nigga sneeze wrong around the guys, nigga, I'm gon' stretch him
Told my nigga run his money up, and he bettin' I blessed him
I'm smoking Pluto right now, I just like the texture
I'm smoking Pluto right now, yeah, that shit fresh
My nigga in the lab with that [?] just like Dexter
I need a couple lines of that Wock, please bring the measure
Funny ass nigga, we should call you Cedric
Told that bitch don't call my phone, please just text me
The chopstick got a kick like that nigga Kevin
Backwood to capacity, I just rolled a seven
Beat a nigga ass in front of his mama, like that nigga Melvin
You can tell it's some Zaza, nigga, when you smell it
A nigga tried one of my niggas, sent him up to Heaven
When I lost that bag to the air, I was like damn it
I spent my last two thousand on that shit
I was broke as hell, spent my last just to catch that shit
I don't wanna [?], but when I do, I'ma cash that shit
Gave my lil cousin a Glock 9 and told him blast that bitch
Soon as he pop one of his opps, I'ma stash that shit
If the cops get behind us, bitch, stash that shit
I'ma tumble on the block I glass your shit
Two seven six and two whip, make you crash your shit
Oh, you don't wanna use your Glock? Nigga, let me blast your shit
I'm an ugly black nigga, I'll still bag your bitch
That ain't your money you be posting, who cash is it?
All that weed you be posting, who bags is it?
You're mad 'cause I'm posted in the hood with Cash and them
Treat a bad bitch like a slut, I be dragging them
Everytime a nigga sneak diss, I be asking them
Don't ask me 'bout no rappers, I ain't rapping with them
He ain't one of mine's, if I ain't never ever trap with him
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