[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Fuck, I done fucked up
Caught an opp lackin' yesterday, I done lucked up
We caught him, dropped him, now we one up
You know I got my gun on me, I got one up
Ridin' 'round with sticks in this whip, not no nunchucks
He let a nigga do his EDD, he a dumb fuck
I just text this one lil' bitch like, "I'm tryna fuck"
Kicked this lil' bitch out the crib, she lit up a blunt
Free my nigga Cannon out the cell, he lit up a club
Nigga, you ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, you only up a dub
They slid down his block, they was bustin' like a fuckin' sub
My lil' nigga shoot shit like the fuckin' Suns
This nigga do everything like me, he my fuckin' son
They gave my pops twenty-five, nigga, fuck a judge
We finna walk down on 'em like a fuckin' rug
We gon' do 'em like Pac, he think he a thug
My nigga head fucked up, he be doin' drugs
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I can get anything you can think, I'm really the plug
G-R-I-N-D Hard, I get it out the mud
Nigga, four-forty-eight, I can make ninety-six hundred off of bud
Seventy-five an eighth, six hundred a zip
I be taxin', but the more weight you get, the cheaper it get
Ridin' 'round F-L-I-N-T with this 26 glued to my hip
Glock with no safety with a thirty-round stuck in the clip
You ain't gotta worry, I ain't fuck your ho, I'm stuffin' the bitch
If you catch me up right at a Walgreens, then I'm bustin' a script
Pint of cough syrup and ninety pills off all for one person, I'm lovin' this shit
You ain't gotta sell dope to make money, I could teach you what hustlin' is
You won't catch me tryna fight or tussle, I'm poppin', I don't really know what tusslin' is
Ride around with the pack, when I caught him, I start bustin', he runnin' again
Talkin' crazy, been had punched him in his shit, bet he won't say nothin' again
If a bitch I want won't let me fuck, then you know that I'm fuckin' her friends
Dick good, any bitch that I fuck, I bet they want me to fuck 'em again
Spin down they block, if we don't catch 'em the first time, then we spinnin' again
Poured a four, I ain't feel high, now it's kickin' in
When I was trappin', I ain't never had to leave up outta Michigan
Fuck, I done fucked up
Caught an opp lackin' yesterday, I done lucked up
We caught him, dropped him, now we one up
You know I got my gun on me, I got one up
Ridin' 'round with sticks in this whip, not no nunchucks
He let a nigga do his EDD, he a dumb fuck
I just text this one lil' bitch like, "I'm tryna fuck"
Kicked this lil' bitch out the crib, she lit up a blunt
Free my nigga Cannon out the cell, he lit up a club
Nigga, you ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, you only up a dub
They slid down his block, they was bustin' like a fuckin' sub
My lil' nigga shoot shit like the fuckin' Suns
This nigga do everything like me, he my fuckin' son
They gave my pops twenty-five, nigga, fuck a judge
We finna walk down on 'em like a fuckin' rug
We gon' do 'em like Pac, he think he a thug
My nigga head fucked up, he be doin' drugs
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I can get anything you can think, I'm really the plug
G-R-I-N-D Hard, I get it out the mud
Nigga, four-forty-eight, I can make ninety-six hundred off of bud
Seventy-five an eighth, six hundred a zip
I be taxin', but the more weight you get, the cheaper it get
Ridin' 'round F-L-I-N-T with this 26 glued to my hip
Glock with no safety with a thirty-round stuck in the clip
You ain't gotta worry, I ain't fuck your ho, I'm stuffin' the bitch
If you catch me up right at a Walgreens, then I'm bustin' a script
Pint of cough syrup and ninety pills off all for one person, I'm lovin' this shit
You ain't gotta sell dope to make money, I could teach you what hustlin' is
You won't catch me tryna fight or tussle, I'm poppin', I don't really know what tusslin' is
Ride around with the pack, when I caught him, I start bustin', he runnin' again
Talkin' crazy, been had punched him in his shit, bet he won't say nothin' again
If a bitch I want won't let me fuck, then you know that I'm fuckin' her friends
Dick good, any bitch that I fuck, I bet they want me to fuck 'em again
Spin down they block, if we don't catch 'em the first time, then we spinnin' again
Poured a four, I ain't feel high, now it's kickin' in
When I was trappin', I ain't never had to leave up outta Michigan
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