[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
Yeah, n***a
We on that one tip, bitch
KrispyLife, YSR shit, dumbass n***a (Yung Sak Runner)
Look
YSR shit

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just came back from Bally with like nine of 'em
Drove them bitches all the way, we ain't fly nothin'
Like your shoes got all the grip, you ain't slide nothin'
I'm really doin' the shit you rappin', I ain't tryin' nothin'
Make a bitch get nasty, shake that ass on a handstand
I don't sweat until [?] or I see a raid van
Run down on a Blood, you must be a brave man
If it's just me, I got my Glock and this bitch'll shave ten

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I be packin', vacuum-sealin' 'bows at the Days Inn
I ain't doin' shows at your club unless the K's in
You ain't did shit for your dog, but you call him twin
I paid twelve hundred for this blick, this an F&N
My young n***a'll walk down on you like he YBN
A hundred-fifty bands in this car, it's me and YN
My oldhead showed me a brick looked like a white Benz
I swear to God, I made a lot of money with my white friends
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
High as fuck in the club, the Ps got me flippin' out
A random n***a dropped a five, I punched him in his fuckin' mouth
Lil' bro campin' the car, so we hittin' it when they runnin' out
Like they tryna hug the earth, I made 'em hug the motherfuckin' ground
Drrt, drrt, I put that switchy on him
I made him piss hisself like he had a weak-ass kidney on him
Like I got a n***a daddy with me, I got a fuckin' fifty on me
Leave this bitch smokin' like I got a fuckin' chimney on me

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
You better duck your taco, I'll put some loaf on it
All my friends is rich, all you hangin' 'round is broke homies
What's-his-name pack hittin' hard, we put dope on it
Dog tried to drop his first chain and went broke on it
Real Beecher n***a, I'll throw fives in your fuckin' face
Like I'm signed to Sada Baby, I'm a fuckin' ape
We just dropped a six in the pop, I ain't fuckin' ate
Bro fucked your bitch before you, you so fuckin' late

[Chorus: KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
These n***as pussy, they do not be on anything
(Don't be on shit, they don't be on nothin')
Hit him with that whoop-whoop, left his ass shit stained
Hit him with that brrt-brrt, left his ass shit stained
Hit him with that brrt-brrt, left his ass shit stained
Who want smoke? Shoot your thing
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
My n***as puttin' belt to ass like they Pootie Tang
I know n***as sellin' white bricks like they Gucci Mane
How the fuck you drop a diss song and ain't did a thing?
You ain't never had fifty bands, you so fuckin' lame
Put an army on your ass like I'm Major Payne
N***as wearin' fake Cartiers, their shit ain't the same
I told bro don't walk down on dog, 'cause he's a no-name
My project n***as throwin' fours like they Rocaine

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm wearin' all black in the club, where you find me at?
I done snuck a MAC in the club way in Pontiac
Make sure that bitch get broke, where Brazy Johnny at?
I'm droppin' change, dumpin' this hundred like it's a laundromat
Is it beef, or do you want a rap competition?
I'm Russell Westbrook for the Thunder, boy, don't ask how I'm livin'
I'm on the road with switchy, they done caught me down and I was trippin'
I don't kiss or tell or talk to n***as, I don't know no bitches