YSR the Label YSR Loski (Ft. YSR Bruce, YSR Dee Rich & YSR Gramz)

[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I don't let my niggas outside, they be trigger-happy
I think these niggas drunk as hell, they off Natty Daddys
I just wanna fuck your bitch ’cause she got a fatty
Oh, you want smoke with gang? Nigga, drop your addy
White boy up all night 'cause he off an Addy
My nigga got dog food for sale, he be sellin' Shaggy
He got designer on, don’t know how to wear it 'cause that nigga chatty
I can't wait to catch him outside drivin' in that Caddy
Yop, that old-ass vehicle
Old as hell, flashin' 5K, his old ass pitiful
Them cheap bullets in your gun gon' leave a nigga critical
My nigga rappin', hope he blow up 'cause my nigga lyrical
If you live from these Five-seveNs, thеn that’s a miracle
I want a bitch from the hood just like Miraclе
Five-seveNs put holes in ’em just like a Cheerio
My nigga got five bodies on him, that nigga serial
I'll hit you with them ’bows if you really serious
Is you really plugged in? Nigga, I'm just curious
Told that bitch give me head 'cause she on her period
I don't even wanna fuck her, she got bacteria

[Verse 2]
Drop your pants if it’s smoke, I'm finna pull down
Get a nigga picked off while I'm out of town
Bullet hit him in his head, make him spin around
When you hear them fast dudes, you better hit the ground
Can't believe you cuffed her, she a get-around
I need my money right now, I can't sit around
You be actin' like you hard when it's hoes around
Naw, we don't sell dope, bitch, it's 'bows around
My favorite opp just died, I'm finna smoke him now
Got me high as hell, I ain't gon' lie, I had to put him down
Bullet hit him in his stomach, now he shittin' now
We just got the drop on the opps, we finna blitz 'em now