[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Aight (A on the track, boy)
Wop

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm an East Lebeau n***a, that's where I came up
N***a, if I get a hundred M's, I ain't gon' change up
If you ain't throwin' big B's, then you can't hang with us
I don't give a fuck, you got some money, you still lame as fuck
N***a think he fuckin' with me, he smokin' angel dust
I don't like to bring my lil' n***as outside 'cause they be dangerous
It only take one call to make you famous
One Backwood and it's an eighthy
Big bag on me, lil' n***a, bitch, I'm Santa
We gon' light a n***a up like a candle
I made twelve hundred the other day, thanks, Amanda
It wasn't Runtz in that bag, I scammed him

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
Fake friends ain't shit but a new enemy
Play with me and you gon' get did, John F. Kennedy
Meekio my blood brother like he kin to me
That lil' bitch ain't my ho, but she finna be
That K go off, n***as get legs like a centipede
I'm tryna get a Maybach like I'm MMG
Wipe a n***a nose quick with this M&P
I know a n***a that'll drop a whole hundred for me
I done made a couple loose bands with my n***a P
Sold every play for two hundred, get a hundred a piece
You n***as know LDG like who runnin' from beef?
You shouldn't have went OT for that, I made that on our street
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Bitch, I made twenty bands on Lebeau Street
I gotta go to Cali, need a pound of that Do-Si
Bitch, I'm really plugged in, shout out Joeski
I let my lil' brother hold it down while I'm OT
I got big bucks, don't give a fuck about your homie, n***a
Stop tellin' people you know me, you don't know me, n***a
Ain't no gas in them packs, bitch, we know the difference
N***as still ain't slide for they bro and they know who did it