[Intro]
Танк, и звезда, и шан— (Ooh, Sav killed it)
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—

[Chorus]
If my n***a run off with your shit, that shit long gone
Up a blick on a fuck n***a, tell him, "Go'n on"
I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home
I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone
I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone
Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong
In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on
Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[Verse]
Lil' bro just snaked a n***a sale, now— alright
Lil' bro just snaked a n***a sale, now his sale gone
If you don't do shit around that n***a, what he gon' tell on?
Spendin' money talkin' to my n***as on a jail phone
Told Drivеway, when he get out, I'ma pick him up
Dog tryna tax mе for them 'bows, I'ma stick him up
I fell off and looked at my son, I gotta get it up
If you ain't get that shit out the mud, you ain't shit like us
If you ain't get that bag from YSR, it don't smoke like this
I know a n***a fightin' dog with dog, he just like Vick
100K for a mixtape, I'm finna talk my shit
Dog keep speakin' on my mans, I'm finna send a blitz
Johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick
I know I look like one, but I ain't a lick
I'm the type of n***a troll a n***a like I'm 50 Cent
My white boy got 'bows like Rick, but he not gon' snitch
I swear to God, I got a thousand ways to get rich
Like a fuckin' weedhead, I gotta get 'em zipped
Outta town lookin' for the 'bows, I gotta get 'em shipped
Bro said he fuckin' with the banks, he gotta get me hip
Come fuck with YSR, I can get you hip
Come fuck with YSR, I can get you rich
Yung Sak Runner, gettin' money, n***as ain't on shit
Yung Sak Runner, put it on, that n***a fresh as shit
[Chorus]
If my n***a run off with your shit, that shit long gone
Up a blick on a fuck n***a, tell him, "Go'n on"
I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home
I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone
I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone
Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong
In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on
Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[Outro]
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—