Wild N Out YSR Loski (Ft. YSR Gramz)

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Loski]
Take a step back with the Glock out my pants and start shootin'
In an SRT, the insides poodle
Take a look at our block, we all stupid
Let the chop off, it hit a sound like Metro Boomin
I was young, throwin' fours in the projects foolin'
Take your shit and run to the 'partment with Scooter
Opp throwin' big B's, but my pops see Hoover
Niggas think they cool, but this TEC, he cooler
Threw bro the ball, he caught the pass like E. Cooper
The police keep tryna catch us slippin', but we keep jukin'
We on Lebeau makin' screen passes like we hoopin'
And we ain't got nothin' for the five, bitch, keep movin'
High as hell, pass me a water 'cause the Perc bitin'
Started to lay damo in the race like Joe Biden
And we don't tolerate no disrespect, get your jaw wired
I promise I'ma run me up a bag 'til I get tired
You don't do the right speed limit, you gon' get fired
Nigga touched his first five thousand, tried to retire
Nigga, you can run up a hundred, you better retire
I done did a lot of shit, I ain't never tried Meijers
I'ma shoot this AR 'til this bitch catch on fire
You can get some money, get a rental and a driver
I'ma go somewhere where the 'bows go for higher
Put it in my hand, it's gon' sing like Mariah
Put it in my hand, it's gon' move like it's flyin'
Like nigga, give it up, make a move and you dying
My nigga keep a strap on him like he dyking
I ain't nothin' up with no bitch, one nighting