[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)


[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Bitch, I'm in a mood
AR with the monkey nuts, we'll make you move
Get down, or lay the fuck down, we gon make you choose
He jumped in the streets and got whacked, he ain't lace his shoes
I'm from a grimy ass hood, we'll take your food
You lyin' in your raps on every track, n***a April fools
Scared to bring rappers on my block, they gon take their jewels
This wood hittin' harder than a bitch, it just made me poot


[Verse 2: HBK Boom]
Yeah, bitch, I'm in my mode
Gave his ass the ball in the clutch, but that n***a froze
Got so many woods in this bitch, think we work at Lowe's
Your bitch and her friend weak as hell, they be sharin' clothes
Hate rap n***as from the Sag', really rudy poot
Man, I can't do a song with these n***as, they don't get no views
Aye, told your main thing slide down, get her coochie bruised
And my brothers low as hell with their shit, never make the news

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Bitch, text my phone, said she love me, bitch, I hate you too
Oh, you affiliated with 'em, we finna paint you too
I don't need a gun, we can scrap, I'll break your tooth
I ain't gon lie lil n***a (They think I'm lyin' though)
Bro will get to shootin' in this bitch, he like John Doe
You got a Glock, but don't shoot, call you Rondo
The Draco will fold one of you n***as, like a taco
See a opp and drop on him, feel like Pop Smoke


[Verse 4: HBK Boom]
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a Condo
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a whole house
If they ain't tryna fuck the whole gang, kick them hoes out
My shooters gon shoot that bitch from deep, if you don't close out
Man, I'm finna take a shit on these n***as, pull the roll out
You used to have the bag back then, but where your roll now?
And you saved up that stash, stupid ass, spent that shit on shoes
Yeah, you used to roll with the big dawgs, boy, you Larry Hughes


[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
What your favorite rapper spent on jewels, spent that on some food
Flashin' 12 hundred in your pic, I spent that on my boo
Bitch wanted money for the pussy, but she got the boot
I know these n***as sick I'm gettin' off, I think they need some soup
I'ma get the head out your bitch, while I'm eatin' fruit
I'ma still trap when I'm rich, serve Uncle Snoop
(You robbed a mans in the alley, you ain't got the juice)
.308 shootin' out this barrel, knock off your roof

[Verse 6: HBK Boom]
These n***as is the Po-Po's, think I hear the sirens
Sick of these n***as, pussy ass, think they got the virus
Gone off the, and this, feelin' like I'm flyin'
You be eatin' steaks with the snakes, I eat with the lions