[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you
N***a want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n***a, we be servin' you
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
I fucked up some bands, but I ain't mad at myself
Wash my hands with these n***as 'cause they bad for my health
JE drop red-tinted like a devil when he stare
Bet nan' n***a try to snatch shit or we sprayin'
Can't regret shit when it's envy in the air
Stayin' in my hood, it's like we playin' truth or dare
But these chopsticks got different woods than a chair
Nine times out of ten, I hit a bitch, I'm pullin' hair
Head so fucked up, I call TA, but he ain't there
Don't talk about no tears, I left a puddle on the steps
I need to see my granny, man, it hurt me when she stressed
Ain't had to learn to be real, that shit was in my flesh
Baby, I'm a dog, but nothin' like DMX
Get the head from a bad bitch and don't stretch
And if she got a real pretty face, then make a mess
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you
N***a want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n***a, we be servin' you
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
Bitch, we givin' out jobs, bring a suit and a tie
No, this ain't no carnival, still get your pickle fried
They need to free Dee Rich, mister stick-up guy
If you ain't strapped when we hit, you better duck and hide
You get hit with this bitch, n***a, don't fight it
These n***as now ain't better than a bitch with a hundred bodies

[Verse 3]
I'm finna ball on you n***as, this the tipoff
You n***as down bad on your knuckles, can't get a zip off
All a n***a know is to hustle, feel like Rick Ross
And I got some demons with me, don't get picked off
LDG and P in the bushes, knock your shit off
I swear I'm done playin' with n***as, I'm gettin' pissed off
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Smokin' loud in the whip make it hard to hear
Draco got so much kick, it'll drop a deer
I been leanin', hell nah, I don't drink no beer
I don't listen to these Flint rappers, I don't got no ears
Only fear God, n***a, I ain't got no fears
I'll sell you my rap career, come buy my lyrics
She done took my soul from me, I ain't got no spirit
Put a potato on the barrel, you is not gon' hear it

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you
N***a want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n***a, we be servin' you
Who the fuck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot shit like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' bitch, then I'm curvin' you