Strap Yo Nuts On YSR Gramz (Ft. Six Ward Von)

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I make trapper music
I don't give a fuck what these rappers doin'
We could've got a bag, but you fuckin' blew it
I ain't gotta let off shots 'cause my nigga shootin'
Get a half P for thirteen like I hoop for Houston
You should pay attention, take notes like a fuckin' student
He should've sold dope, but he didn't, turned to a user
This Glock'll make your fuckin' heart drop like a state trooper

[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
Drink a four straight out the bottle, fuck a two cups
Pour some Möet on a model, we done moved up
You ain't even got a dollar and you boo'd up
Still in the hood shootin' dice, fiends shootin' up
I got niggas doin' life, and you shootin'—
I got niggas doin' life, and you shootin' in the motherfuckin' air, tryna scare somebody
Only thing you proved, you was tryna spare somebody

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Fuck a bitch and leave the bitch alone, I don't care about her
One shot from the Glock'll knock the air up out him
You're tryna flex in front of hoes, you like everybody
We'll slide down your shit like we air hockey
I was tryna get a bag, you was doin' robberies
The difference between us, you won't shoot nobody
I won't do the dishes, fiends do the laundry
You ain't tryna get no money, get the fuck from 'round me