[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I make trapper music
I don't give a fuck what these rappers doin'
We could've got a bag, but you fuckin' blew it
I ain't gotta let off shots 'cause my n***a shootin'
Get a half P for thirteen like I hoop for Houston
You should pay attention, take notes like a fuckin' student
He should've sold dope, but he didn't, turned to a user
This Glock'll make your fuckin' heart drop like a state trooper

[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
Drink a four straight out the bottle, fuck a two cups
Pour some Möet on a model, we done moved up
You ain't even got a dollar and you boo'd up
Still in the hood shootin' dice, fiends shootin' up
I got n***as doin' life, and you shootin'—
I got n***as doin' life, and you shootin' in the motherfuckin' air, tryna scare somebody
Only thing you proved, you was tryna spare somebody

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Fuck a bitch and leave the bitch alone, I don't care about her
One shot from the Glock'll knock the air up out him
You're tryna flex in front of hoes, you like everybody
We'll slide down your shit like we air hockey
I was tryna get a bag, you was doin' robberies
The difference between us, you won't shoot nobody
I won't do the dishes, fiends do the laundry
You ain't tryna get no money, get the fuck from 'round me
[Verse 4: Six Ward Von]
Kick a bitch to the curb like I'm Jet Li
A n***a ask to hold somethin', I'm like, "Catch these"
My young dog'll blow somethin' and he can't read
'Round this bitch like Ray Charles, I just can't see n***as
Everybody tellin', I just can't believe n***as
Lil' hoes get sent on, they just can't be seen with us
I got a third eye, I think I can read n***as
The only way is up, n***as tryna get a million

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I'm tryna get a million, give it to Aaliyah
I miss my n***a Gabe, why he had to leave us?
She out here havin' kids, she can't even keep 'em
N***as lyin' in they raps, I can't even believe it
Mark rollin' three-fives, askin' where the weed went
Nobody trustworthy, I can't even fuckin' vent
These n***as keep a gun, they can't even keep a cent
My n***a fucked up, he ain't even got no sense

[Verse 6: Six Ward Von]
Ayy, I got a lot of hoes, bitches thinkin' I'm a pimp
I'm walkin' with the pole, why a n***a got a limp
You tryna hit the road, still can't even pay the rent
Man, kill the pussy first time, hit it with attempt
Say he in a bind, I can't lend a n***a shit
Don't 'posed to be out of town, really outside of Michigan
Shh, don't make a sound, finna put it to your man
Some shootin' in the crowd, you ain't lookin' like a fan
[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Can't rap on everybody, for a verse, I need a band
She switched up on me, I ain't see it in her plans
If I ain't got my Glock, fuckboy, you gettin' slammed
All I do is sell weed, but it's lookin' like I scam
You out here fucked up, a year ago, you was the man
My shoes Off-White, but my shirt is from Japan
You ain't get it out the mud, bitch, you got it out the sand
Better strap your nuts on, get some money, quit playin'