Dubs Outweigh Losses YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd

[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got greese
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
This nigga think he drinking real drank, but the Wok fake
You the nigga getting niggas locked, 'cause the cops ain't
She asked me was this gun real? Na, the Glock fake
I heard these niggas out here backdooring, so I ride with Drac
I'm in the car with KrispyLife, so I ride with K
Nigga, I'm still out here grinding, that's why I rock with Ray
Bitch skinny but her pussy big, Coi Leray
I'm out here dropping [?] off a nigga, I'm in the stu at 8
I'm out here looking for a headhunter [?] my dick [?]
We gon' shoot the fuck out that nigga, 'cause he 6/8
How you out here trapping? You don't know what a brick weigh
Fuck around and drop a 41, yeah, big face
My nigga Kidd just hit a dirty bitch, now his dick stank
My lil nigga a young thug, he think he Rich Gang
Don't give a fuck, shoot my opp at a Pistins' game
Hit him with this Glock, we turned him up, gave his ass some fame
I know you got some money, but the hoes really think you lame
We finna set him up, this nigga think he gang
I probably miss with this Glock, I won't miss with K
It's gon' take a hundred boes, you wanna get this way