[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
So many tools in this bitch, n***a, Handy Mandy
Bro a demon with his Glock, he'll probably pop your granny
N***a, you ain't never popped shit but a fuckin' Xanny
Put these phones in your name, we gon' take 'em to Ramsey
I ain't never had shit, why I'm actin' fancy
You don't even got more money than my uncle Danny
Ten bands, all dubs on me, think I need a fanny
N***a tried one of my n***as, got his ass canceled

[Verse 2: YSR Dee Rich]
I'ma keep on rappin' 'til I get a deal
But if I don't, I'ma still have a bag to sell
Them bitches comin' in a tote with a loud smell
Bro introduced me to the— I was glad as hell
Bro got four or five R's and they hold sixty
I'm quick to leave a pussy n***a like he ain't come with me
Drop fifty, keep fifty, brought a hun' with me
Free Kannon, every day, he kept a drum with him

[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
If we got a problem, though, you can come and fix it
AR and the micro Drac', it look like a midget
We some wolves in the jungle, we'll get vicious
Knot balled in my Amiris, it look like a biscuit
Driver got deducted, he went over the speed limit
Bitch, I'm locked and loaded, I gotta stay on my pivot
Takin' chances, couldn't tell you how many times I risked it
I'm a hardhead-ass n***a, I ain't never listened
[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
Pulled up on a 'bow play, this shit lookin' iffy
And I bought some real Pink Runtz with a blank giffy
Shoot a n***a so many times 'til I seen stiffy
We chargin' extra for the eighthies when we in Ypsi'
We ain't all gotta be strapped 'cause I got fifty
He just rerocked a pint, it's thicker than Jiffy
Leave your head in your lap, I think we all hit him
You can tell my n***a shinin' like a bald n***a

[Verse 5: YSR Pitt]
He rolled a skimpy-ass 'Wood, see, that n***a dizzy
Like we won a championship game, my n***a help me drench him
Sick this bitch don't never want no money, just wanna drink some liquor
Sick this bitch keep makin' me miss plays, I'm finna have to kill her
This n***a lyin' in his rap, he ain't no drug dealer
Better hope somebody come sign him 'fore the slugs get him
No, we ain't fuckin' on the bed, we on the rug with it
Better be careful who you with, my brodie plug n***as

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Your brother ain't shit, my brother a drug dealer
No, she cannot stay a night, 'cause she love stealin'
Y'all n***as gay as hell, man, I love women
Why these n***as always snitchin'? N***a, mind your business
N***a, send it to my crib, n***a, you can mail it
Oh, you got some White Runtz? N***a, let me smell it
Oh, you grow a lot of weed? You should let me sell it
AI of this rap scene, n***a, come and check me