Bad Choice Of Words YSR Gramz (Ft. Driveway Baby)

[Intro]
(YSR shit, Lebeau Street, nigga)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Damn, baby, you cute as hell, but you broke as fuck
Stab down they block with R/T, nigga, wake 'em up
Stuffin' eight grams in the 'Wood, I rolled a cocky blunt
We finna slide on the opps like a hockey puck
I ain't even tryna make love, I just wanna fuck
I'm gettin' tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz
You ran out of bullets tryna kill, nigga, you out of luck
You ain't go D1 'cause you dirt as fuck
I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain't give a fuck
You scared to spend that little-ass money, nigga, live it up
If I'm ever in the car, then it's tinted up
Doin' a hundred in this bitch 'cause I'm in a rush
If you get caught by the feds, nigga, keep it hush
Ran through ten 'bows in a month, it would've took you months
You wearin' fake buffs, they gon' be mad when they take your stuff
I be all in that bitch mouth, but she hate my guts
I ain't gettin' a lot of views, but I'm papered up
Stuffin' dubs in my pants, gettin' paper cuts
Smokin' Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz
You ain't gettin' high 'cause you smokin' bunk