[Intro: Baglife Tee]
(J X L A N)
Baglife, n***a
(J, this shit too crazy)

[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]
I just fucked a n***a bitch, now the n***a hate me
I just rolled a whole zip, now I'm finna face it
I just fucked her upstairs, now we in the basement
Bust a n***a head outside, leave him on the pavement

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'll get to trippin' 'round Beecher, n***a, I'm the mayor
I'll do a feature for you, n***a, but you gotta pay me
I can't be a victim, you gon' meet the Drakey
I don't fuck with y'all n***as like we back in slavery

[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
Couple thousand stuffed up in my pocket, make these n***as hate me
You could come and try to take this shit, you gon' meet the Drakey
Treat a n***a like a box of cereal, we gon' Frosted Flake him
Police couldn't even find a body, we done Devil's Laked him

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rolled a three-five, this a wakey-bakey
Boy, this ain't no regular-ass weed, this some Gary Payton
Treat 'em like they nothin', run it up in some Human Races
I'm high as hell off that weed, told Tee to face it
[Verse 5: Baglife Tee]
We done smoked a whole zip, now we in the matrix
Told that n***a keep that bag, we don't buy no eighthies
You wanna buy some strong shit, call my n***a Quavius
He'll sell the whole fuckin' 'bow if a n***a take it

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Man, I gave that n***a a half P 'cause he ain't even weigh it
N***a, call me YSR, bitch, don't call me Quavius
I'm LeBron of this rap game, n***a, you Anthony Davis
Shoot bald-heads at his whip, Charlie Villanueva

[Verse 7: Baglife Tee]
I'll get to trippin' 'round this bitch, get to pistol wavin'
Or I'll bring out the K's and I'll .308 him
Banana clip on the AKs, I'll let you taste 'em
Yeah, I'll let you hit my 'Woods, but I'd rather face 'em

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
Told my n***a pay for that shit, but he'd rather take it
But that's okay, when he do it, I'ma have to pay him
Sell a thousand 'bows on Lebeau, then I'm back to Vegas
Or hit a million streams on iTunes, let a n***a make it

[Verse 9: Baglife Tee & YSR Gramz]
I'ma buy five hundred beams, call me Mr. Laser
I don't really even need 'em 'cause my aim amazing
I was beatin' n***as' ass when I went to daily
I was fresher than a bitch when I went to Sadies
[Outro: YSR Gramz]
(J X L A N)
Hahaha, I'm just talkin' shit, man, fuck
(J, this shit too crazy)