Stephen A YSR Gramz & Enrgy Beats

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
You always talkin' down on niggas, you like Stephen A
You don't pay shit for that crib, you on Section 8
I don't wear skinny jeans, I can tuck a Drac'
I heard an opp got dropped, I'm finna stuff an eighth
Playin' four-five-six, I'm tryna break the bank
You got a fake watch on, you should break the face
You ain't never left Flint, I been to fifty states
I was broke as hell, now I pay six hundred for a steak

[Verse: YSR Gramz]
I bet a band, I hit my point, I'm finna throw an eight
I got shooters on my team like I'm Golden State
Ain't had no L's on that road, shit, I rode with faith
I'm finna grow a farm like that nigga Jake
I always blow a zip when I wake and bake
You just now touchin' bands, nigga, you super late
That's bullshit in your 'Woods, you rolled a gram of shake
Whitе bitch say YSR Gramz the great
My nigga wanna shoot evеrybody, he think it's GTA
I don't fuck with broke hoes, I'm Broke Bitch Kay
If her pussy hit good, I'ma call her bae
They mad at them Yung Sak Runners 'cause them niggas can't
We just poured a six in a pop, feel like I'm finna faint
You gotta watch the niggas you grew up with, it's a trippy world
Me and YN Jay in the hotel with like fifty girls
Long live Taz, GabeGang, nigga, SkinoWorld