[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I just got four wisdom tooth pulled, n***a (Ooh, Sav killed it)
And I'm in this bitch tryna rap, n***a
What up, Sav?

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Who the fuck told my lil' brother bring the K in here?
I got the Glock, that n***a Bruce brung the Drac' in here
I don't like beefin', but motherfuck it, we could take it there
He think he fresh in that 'fit, that's some basic gear
Bitch can't suck dick, I know you hate it there
Put my lil' n***as on you, they ain't gon' play it fair
Chopper take your hair off, sit in the barber chair
We ain't kill him, only engraved his head, Rasheed Wallace hair

[Verse 2: YSR Bruce & Driveway Baby]
I could teach you boys some shit if you sit and listen
Or I could tell you 'bout them trips and flips in the kitchen
Or I could tell you 'bout them late nights in them trenches
But I'll never speak on shit and make you my witness
N***as out here snitchin', that shit bold as hell
How you hit the cell, turn on your dog? Got that man an L
Me and my n***as, we too solid, we'll never fold
Damn near beat brodie to death, found out that n***a told
Bitch, we still on that, bitch, we still slidin'
Lil' n***a spoke on Sav, now he still hidin'
Ayy, n***as say they slidin', never left the house
Pop up at his crib and let this Drac' rip through his couch
This a one-man mission and I'm not missin' (What up, gang?)
Hundred rounds taped to the K, that's just a day visit
[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
I done got up off my ass, I done made a way
I'm gettin' to it in every way and now they wanna hate
They can talk all they want, I'm steady switchin' states
Flippin' cash, grabbin' bags, bitch, my life been great
You can pick and choose, you want the glizzies or the Drac'?
Or I can pick, I'ma choose the Mickey with the K
Get a backshot, you'll get Ricky'd where you stay
This fiend in this bitch gettin' dizzy off the yay
Fuck these hoes, I'm only focused on the mission
I was fucked up, now I got a heavy transmission
I be flyin' in the hemi, V8 in the engine
Try some bullshit, I bet somebody end up missin'
On that road, know it really get risky
But at the same time, it can really get litty

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Naw, I'm finna chase a n***a down like Russell West'
I just made twelve hundred dollars, I ain't break a sweat
I'll put my gun down and put you on your neck
Boy, that's some fake Hi-Tech, n***a, what the heck?
In high school baggin' grams up on the desk
Drop fifty by myself like I play for the Nets

[Verse 5: YSR Bruce]
Poppin' out with this K, shit, I'm finna lose
Drac' left a n***a leanin', Glock left him clueless
Just caught an opp danglin' heavy, man, this n***a stupid
I was mad at hell at Quavis, he ain't let me shoot him
Yeah, long live Sav
Yeah, Yung Sak Runner