[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Fuck how they feel, nigga, I don't give no fuck
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I am not no duck
He don't need no Band-Aid 'cause that lil' nigga ain't cut
How the fuck you fall in love? Man, that lil' bitch, she a slut
I just made a nigga give me 4K for some Runtz
An opp just died, we just rolled him in a blunt
I just gave a nigga backyard, nigga, I don't do no fronts
I just paid eight hundred dollars for some dunks
[?] nigga give me thirty-two hundred for some fake Runtz
This lil' bitch really think she bad, she got a fake butt
I don't take my nigga nowhere, he like to take stuff
If I spray this FN, I ain't paying stuff
If my bitch cheat on me, then we breakin' up
We hit that nigga with some lean, he ain't wakin' up
I got some head out your bitch and y'all makin' up
I know that nigga mad as hell, he bought an eight of cut
My lil' nigga sixteen, he pour eights and up
My niggas slide all fuckin' day, he don't take breaks or nothin'
That lil' pussy wasn't shit, I just faked I'm cumin'
I got two sticks on me right now, but I'm not no drummer
I just fucked this lil' bitch, she ain't even got my number
You made me lose on FanDuel, you ain't got no jumper
You be out here beefin' and you don't own no thumper
.308s in this bitch'll knock off your bumper
Man, I don't think these niggas understand
I got on Off-White shoes, man, these bitches cost a band
I'm out in LA with my fans, I just popped a Xan
You already got popped once, don't get popped again
Nigga, you is not my mans, how the opps your friends?
I knew that nigga was gon' snitch 'cause the cops his mans
How the fuck you don't like my music but your mom my fan?
Damn, I done did it again
If a bitch let me hit, I can hit it again
I got aim with this Glock, I can hit your chin
I be posted on the block like that nigga Ben
We got Glocks, chops, and F&Ns, nigga, play again
If I ever go broke, I can make it again
If the ball in my hand, I'm goin' for the win
Y'all niggas broke and fucked up, I think you need a hand
That lil' bitch ain't bougie, she be drinkin' gin
A nigga play with gang, go to war about it
My nigga made ten in one store, he want more 'bout it
I'm at the college sellin' drugs, but I ain't go to college
This lil' bitch talk too much, now they know about it
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Fuck how they feel, nigga, I don't give no fuck
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I am not no duck
He don't need no Band-Aid 'cause that lil' nigga ain't cut
How the fuck you fall in love? Man, that lil' bitch, she a slut
I just made a nigga give me 4K for some Runtz
An opp just died, we just rolled him in a blunt
I just gave a nigga backyard, nigga, I don't do no fronts
I just paid eight hundred dollars for some dunks
[?] nigga give me thirty-two hundred for some fake Runtz
This lil' bitch really think she bad, she got a fake butt
I don't take my nigga nowhere, he like to take stuff
If I spray this FN, I ain't paying stuff
If my bitch cheat on me, then we breakin' up
We hit that nigga with some lean, he ain't wakin' up
I got some head out your bitch and y'all makin' up
I know that nigga mad as hell, he bought an eight of cut
My lil' nigga sixteen, he pour eights and up
My niggas slide all fuckin' day, he don't take breaks or nothin'
That lil' pussy wasn't shit, I just faked I'm cumin'
I got two sticks on me right now, but I'm not no drummer
I just fucked this lil' bitch, she ain't even got my number
You made me lose on FanDuel, you ain't got no jumper
You be out here beefin' and you don't own no thumper
.308s in this bitch'll knock off your bumper
Man, I don't think these niggas understand
I got on Off-White shoes, man, these bitches cost a band
I'm out in LA with my fans, I just popped a Xan
You already got popped once, don't get popped again
Nigga, you is not my mans, how the opps your friends?
I knew that nigga was gon' snitch 'cause the cops his mans
How the fuck you don't like my music but your mom my fan?
Damn, I done did it again
If a bitch let me hit, I can hit it again
I got aim with this Glock, I can hit your chin
I be posted on the block like that nigga Ben
We got Glocks, chops, and F&Ns, nigga, play again
If I ever go broke, I can make it again
If the ball in my hand, I'm goin' for the win
Y'all niggas broke and fucked up, I think you need a hand
That lil' bitch ain't bougie, she be drinkin' gin
A nigga play with gang, go to war about it
My nigga made ten in one store, he want more 'bout it
I'm at the college sellin' drugs, but I ain't go to college
This lil' bitch talk too much, now they know about it
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