[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
Shit, fuck
Yung Sak Runner

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You know I'm throwin' big B's, we at Boosie house
And I got slap in kiwi, they brung Gucci out
YN Jay at the pool party, pull your pussy out
Everywhere we go, you gotta know we bringin' toolie out
A n***a try to touch one of us, we gon' shoot it out
I just ordered twenty 'bows, them bitches en route
Chopsticks at my granny crib, them bitches in the couch
I ain't gon' lie, I made 200K punchin' in and out

[Verse 2: SBE Mikie]
I ain't gon' lie, I made a hundred K punchin' on that road
I found a lick, I came up on some 'bows, I'm tryna send 'em home
N***as still talkin' 'bout ten thousand, I'm on a different road
We just scored on a pint of red, I'm finna kick a field goal
I'm with Gramz, he done brought the coochie scouts, where the hoes at?
Forty thousand stuffed in my right pocket, can't even show that
N***a chain full of SI's, he should've sold that
Four-five when I leave the crib, where my pole at?

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My young n***a from the projects, he like Kodak
I just bought a new Glock, I'm tryna catch a new hat
I had a trap on the South side, I'm finna move back
Her pussy good, I'm finna pay for it, I'm finna buy her cat
Oh, you good at shootin' dice? N***a, bet a rack
I got a play on four 'bow, I gotta go to the Yak
Tryna backdoor me, I'm puttin' holes in a n***a back
I made a hundred K off sellin' weed, I never sold crack
[Verse 4: YN Jay]
My n***a broke in cribs, he don't take money, he only stole flats
Every time I buy some wing-dings, I only order flats
Bitch DoorDashed the BBL's, she had to order that
Old-school cook the eight-ball, brought a quarter back
Bitch walk around with a bookbag, is Dora back?
Bitch, you ain't no bad bitch, you a fuckin' gnat
Bitch, you ain't no Backwood, you a fuckin' Black
How the fuck this bitch smell good but her pussy stink?
How you always eatin' all the food? You on your second plate
How the fuck you get so high? How you levitate?
How you wanna fight Mike Tyson but you featherweight?
N***a got shot tryna hop the fence, jumped over Heaven gates
Why you take that ho out to eat? You need a better date
The bank ain't safe, I need a better safe
Why you never tryna get no money? Is you scared of pape'?
Why you don't wanna fight YN? Is you scared of Jay?
Smokin' weed, close my eyes, I'm finna meditate
Bitch keep fightin' in the club, she gettin' pepper sprayed
Bitch wanna fuck right now, I said, "You better wait"
Bitch keep on tryna give me coochie, let me see your face
Let me see your eyes, let me see your head
I don't need no steak and chicken, hand me the bread
Bitch always keep her mouth closed, but she got open legs
Bitch gotta twist the top off, she gotta open head
Bitch mouth full of water, she got ocean head
Bitch go crazy on the dick, roller coaster head
This bitch pulled up with some long-ass roller coaster legs