Quarantine YSR Gramz (Ft. Baglife Tee & YSR Pitt)

[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]
Ayy, I'm just talkin' rude
I went and got me a bag before I finished school
I call my nigga Mad Max the way he keep the tool
He just bought a brand new Glock, that bitch hold fifty-two

[Verse 2: YSR Pitt]
Niggas trippin' in the club, we finna shoot up Rube's
We had to shut that bitch down, you must ain't see the news
You can see the fake in the niggas that wanna see you lose
A nigga said he robbed me, that shit April Fools
A bitch said she loved me, I said, "I hate you too"
Fuckin' this bitch from the back, I made her coochie poot
We rollin' up top shelf, he smokin' rudy-poo
We been fuckin' niggas' hoes, but that ain't nothin' new
Your nigga in the county gettin' bullied, heard he shined his shoes
Told the police we mechanic workers 'cause we ride with tools
Heard he tryna hide from us, but we findin' you
See it in your eyes, you a bitch, who you lyin' to?

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I feel like Pac, middle finger, nigga, fuck y'all
Got your ass beat in front of your family, should've jumped dog
I'm sick niggas really gettin' fake Runtz off
I'ma drop a hundred-somethin' tapes, then take a month off
Fucked the bitch one time, like her light bills, cut her off
Put a scope on my AR for niggas runnin' off
A hundred ball before the rap deal, I think I'm Young Dolph
So many poles in this whip like we gon' golf