[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a fuck, my n***as slimy
I don't give a fuck, you n***as grimy
Like an ID (Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust shit, these n***as grimy
I don't give a fuck, my n***as slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them n***as see us comin', they don't like them
Them n***as know we got the sauce, them n***as bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You ain't got no money, you can't buy shit
That money turn 'em on like a light switch
I'm tryna find a plug, I need a wide bitch
Man, I'm tryna find a plug, I'm tryna buy shit
My n***a stay down with me, I'ma ice his neck
Where the plug with them 'bows? I'm tryna spend a check
JE said the road green like that n***a Shrek
I got a play in GB, he meet me on the West
When a n***a fell off, ain't nobody catch me
I'm like Jordan in '91, can't nobody check me
Seem like the n***as closest to you try to catch you slippin'
My young dog sixteen and got a Smith & Wesson
Everywhere a n***a go, I gotta keep my weapon
N***as speakin' on the dead, them n***as disrespectful
N***a finesse you for them 'bows, he done took your blessing
Don't show these n***as shit, you gotta keep 'em guessing
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust shit, these n***as grimy
I don't give a fuck, my n***as slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them n***as see us comin', they don't like them
Them n***as know we got the sauce, them n***as bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic

[Verse 2: Don Perrion]
These handicap broke n***as need a fix-up
Some bad bitches got bad breath, no, we can't hook up
Dusty had all the phones, feel like got the hook-up
The L really slap, I don't say that for nothin'
I ain't took no trip yet, n***a, I been hustlin'
Pray we make it out the hellhole 'cause the streets muddy
I had to stop the lean, I had a weak stomach
Me and my bitch had split apart 'cause she was creepin' on me
I dropped that off my mind and they stopped sleepin' on me
Karma realer than a bitch, I feel it peekin' on me
The whole time I was up, I was still money-hungry
P a bad motherfucker when that shit on him
I'll go ghost and pop back out like Rich Homie
No, you not my slime if you not my daughter or my homie
No, you cannot get no fuckin' feat if you ain't got no money
Wish I can give y'all shit back, the Lord know I'm lyin'
Man, I can't even lie, I really miss robbin'
I'm the only bull in Michigan like Dennis Rodman
Lil' whore threw me a towel when she got done moppin'
When I was fuckin' on shorty, I swear we was the topic