[Intro]
Alabama (Enrgy made this one)
You know who started this shit, man
You know who started this flow, nigga
I got niggas in Alabama rappin' like—
[Chorus]
YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap nigga
But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap nigga
Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap niggas
Every nigga you see me with gon' zap niggas
Every nigga you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some niggas out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold nigga
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger
[Verse]
Shit talkin' takin' off, shit, I told niggas
Another rap check for 10K, I'm gettin' cold with it
If you ain't makin' money off the bag, hit the road with it
I don't give a fuck where we at, I'm bringin' pole with us
Got this pint from my titi, I'm finna pour a four
We finna score on this one nigga, we finna pick and roll
Tender-ass nigga wanna kill 'cause I hit his ho
Money conversation with the label, it's just me and Mo
Yeah, bitch, it's just me and Reece
This nigga got a lot of jewelry on, but his shit cheese
Niggas gotta thank YSR and thank Peezy
Bitch, I feel like John Cena, niggas can't see me
I'm a Beecher nigga, on my mama, niggas can't beat us
Fly my niggas out and have your bitch cook a steak for heaters
Damn, I just dropped ashes in my fuckin' pop
You always askin' questions, lil' bitch, is you a fuckin' cop?
I ain't tryna hear, is you gon' let a nigga fuck or not?
I'ma back door them niggas that's tryna plot
Soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon' fuckin' flop
Have a dyke beat your ass, I'll call up tot
You just a hatin'-ass nigga, you is not my opp
A nigga link in the stu' with me, he gettin' his ass boxed
Yeah, bitch, I call that shit box.com
Pull up to a nigga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
How is you a shooter? You hangin' with the nigga that dropped the dime
If they ain't fuckin' with your music, it is not your time
I'll have my nigga slide on you, he look like Sideshow Bob
I put money over bitches, I'm with the fuckin' mob
The shit I made off of rap, I'm like, "Fuck a job"
If you throw me in the jungle, I'ma beat the odds
If we agree to put the guns down, I'll beat my opps
Alabama (Enrgy made this one)
You know who started this shit, man
You know who started this flow, nigga
I got niggas in Alabama rappin' like—
[Chorus]
YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap nigga
But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap nigga
Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap niggas
Every nigga you see me with gon' zap niggas
Every nigga you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some niggas out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold nigga
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger
[Verse]
Shit talkin' takin' off, shit, I told niggas
Another rap check for 10K, I'm gettin' cold with it
If you ain't makin' money off the bag, hit the road with it
I don't give a fuck where we at, I'm bringin' pole with us
Got this pint from my titi, I'm finna pour a four
We finna score on this one nigga, we finna pick and roll
Tender-ass nigga wanna kill 'cause I hit his ho
Money conversation with the label, it's just me and Mo
Yeah, bitch, it's just me and Reece
This nigga got a lot of jewelry on, but his shit cheese
Niggas gotta thank YSR and thank Peezy
Bitch, I feel like John Cena, niggas can't see me
I'm a Beecher nigga, on my mama, niggas can't beat us
Fly my niggas out and have your bitch cook a steak for heaters
Damn, I just dropped ashes in my fuckin' pop
You always askin' questions, lil' bitch, is you a fuckin' cop?
I ain't tryna hear, is you gon' let a nigga fuck or not?
I'ma back door them niggas that's tryna plot
Soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon' fuckin' flop
Have a dyke beat your ass, I'll call up tot
You just a hatin'-ass nigga, you is not my opp
A nigga link in the stu' with me, he gettin' his ass boxed
Yeah, bitch, I call that shit box.com
Pull up to a nigga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
How is you a shooter? You hangin' with the nigga that dropped the dime
If they ain't fuckin' with your music, it is not your time
I'll have my nigga slide on you, he look like Sideshow Bob
I put money over bitches, I'm with the fuckin' mob
The shit I made off of rap, I'm like, "Fuck a job"
If you throw me in the jungle, I'ma beat the odds
If we agree to put the guns down, I'll beat my opps
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