[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Huh, I'm tryna run it up
I want some head from that hoe, I don't wanna fuck
That ain't no dog that you selling, n***a that's a mutt
This ain't no GG number 4, n***a this some runts

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Bought some gorilla glue, and told the n***a it was pink runts
A n***a tried to rob me, and I shot him with a black pistol
Just caught one of my opps in the hood, riding a bicycle
Just shot one of my opps at the ice cream truck, getting a popsicle

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
.5 smoking ass n***a, all you roll is blunts
You gon' turn into a bitch, when you ain't got no gun
Get a n***a killed for sneak dissing, before he drop his song
WiFi using n***a, you ain't got no phone

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
I just fucked a bitch last night, she ain't have no phone
And I had to kick that bitch out, she ain't have nowhere to go
Told my mans to roll 3 grams, he ain't know how to roll
I'm in the strip club with the dancers clutching on my pole
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
My n***a know I'm sliding with him if he right or wrong
No I don't fuck with the bins, n***a buy some bowls
You can give me $1,200, I'll write your song
I tell the truth to my bitch, I don't lie no more

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
A label just offered my a deal, I don't swipe no more
And I'm in the studio freestyling, I don't write no more
Fucked that lil bitch 7 times, don't wanna fuck her no more
Shot that lil n***a 5 times, I wanna shoot him some more

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Bro say he done with the perc's, can't get high no more
Dawg sneak dissing on the net, we gon' wipe his nose
I'm from Flint, a n***a probably kill you for an ounce of dope
You on your period lil bitch? Don't you got a throat?

[Verse 8: Kasher Quon]
I'm tired of designer, bout to go and buy a Nike coat
Just beat a n***a ass and shot him up in some black forces
Just got a bitch pregnant, told her she gotta get a abortion
My mans just pulled with a pint of Morton Grove

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon]
Oh you got some Gucci's on, but them sneakers old
I'm finna buy some off-white 1's from Sneaker Legends
Finna slide with my Glock, that's my secret weapon
Scammed a white n***a through Western Union with a test question
Kasher, why you finessed him for them Retro 7's?
This bitch irritating, keep asking me can I buy her a present
Shoot a n***a 31 times, send him straight to heaven
A n***a just said he got some act, but I think he jeffin'
Just bought a half P of runts, I am not blessing
My cousin ran off with 2 zips, but I am not trippin'
Get my hands on a whole pint, I am not sippin'
My ex bitch broke, I just found out she trickin'
[Verse 10: YSR Gramz]
I'ma fuck around and put Lebeau in every hood
Fat n***a fucked a bitch for hours, I need 30 woods
You the type to get some Flint fame, and turn Hollywood
Sell a thousand grams in your hood, shit I probably could
N***as hatin' on a scam artist, tryna stop they jugg
Shoot the Draco sideways, I'm finna pop his hood
My last bitch was bad as hell, I should've knocked her up
Stole some petty grams from YSR, I should've popped you up

[Verse 11: Kasher Quon]
My mans in his feelings, he told me I'm acting Hollywood
Chillin' out in Cali, fucked a bitch from Hollywood
Just poured up some drink, now I need some Jolly Ranchers
I can't find no lean today, so I'm throwing a temper tantrum
I ain't have my Glock, so I stabbed him with a back scratcher
Your bitch said she wanna fuck me, cause I'm a rapper
A n***a just tried to rob me, and I stabbed him
A bitch just sent me some money, and I scammed her