[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Why would you play with me?
A n***a play with gang, he gon' D-I-E
We got Glocks too, n***a, ain't shit sweet
A n***a want a verse, he gotta pay a fee

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ooh, this a dragonfly
N***a thought I was gon' slide, I was passing by
I just rode past his crib, but I'll be back tonight
N***a died sippin' purple, he wasn't actin' right

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
He can't get no fuckin' money 'cause he gettin' high
N***a, you really broke, you just gettin' by
Bro so high off the Percs, he could touch the sky
If I get touched the wrong way, somebody gon' die

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Ayy, I just met a new custo', look like Jackie Chan
Walkin' down the street with K's, look like Pakistan
N***a never had no money, he can't stack a band
N***a can't achieve his goals 'cause he ain't make a plan
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
N***a better not move wrong, better not raise his hand
Bro'll come through blowin' shit, but he ain't no fan
Big bullets in this Glock 30, bitches look like cans
N***as got three bands of twenties, make it look like bands

[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Ayy, I just stepped on the— uh, made it look like sand
Bro just pressed up some fake pills, made it look like Xans
N***as don't fight no more, must ain't got no hands
Told Keisha I don't wanna fuck if I can't fuck her twin

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
And I don't wanna be friends if we can't make no bread
I don't even wanna fuck the bitch if I can't get no head
Suppressor on the front of the AR, that bitch look like a peg
Brodie head really fucked up, he gotta take his meds

[Verse 8: YN Jay]
He need an SSI check, he can't make no pape'
But I keep him with me, jump stupid, he'll break your face
I ain't in a race with nobody, but I'll take your place
I'll post up on your block, I'll take your play

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
You would think the bullets bath salt how they ate his face
This Flint shit really rough as hell, he'll take your plate
Why would you get that bitch pregnant? You ain't got no taste
Dog over here goin' through it 'cause he ain't got no drank
[Verse 10: YN Jay]
I don't want no cornbread if that shit ain't Jiffy
N***a tried to throw a shot, it came back like frisbee
In the club breast checkin' bitches, let me see them thitties