[Intro]
(I got so much Enrgy)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
N***a, I'm from Beecher (B's up)
All my n***as is some creatures (Yeah)
We gon' slide in the— we gon' slide in that eater
I want five for a feature (I want five)
You kissin' on that bitch, I wouldn't keep her
N***as hoes, n***as ain't on shit and they broke (Yeah)
We got a chopper with a scope and I keep it in my coat
It get scary in the 810, n***as know
Everywhere I go, I keep my pole (Yeah)
Everywhere I go, I get a low
A n***a play with Gramz, we gon' do a n***a bold (Ayy, get that n***a)
I don't trust a soul, 'cause everybody fold
I'd rather hit the block and gеt it gone, you hit the road
Slide on that n***a, don't bе shootin' at no homes
7.62s broke his bones like I'm Jones (Get it?)
A n***a hit my line talkin' 'bout he got the 'bows
I put my n***as on 'em, now them bitches all gone
Doggy on that opp shit, my n***as, they gon' drop shit
Fuck the other side, we gon' slide with them mopsticks
Chopper with the wood and them bitches look like chopsticks (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Fatboy Bizzle]
Ayo, Gramz, let me talk my shit
Ayy, n***a, this Bompton, but my n***a, he from Beecher (Ugh)
High school, was tryna fuck on a teacher, I don't want her, I don't need her (Ugh)
In traffic, probably slidin' with an eater (Ugh)
She just love to give me face, I don't eat her, get my nut, then I leave her (Ugh)
Bitch pussy soakin', she a creamer (Ugh)
Shells leave his head hot like a fever, where n***as fake 'cause of Skeeter (Ugh)
Man, these n***as bitches, n***as wieners (Ugh)
VVS diamonds bustin' out the meter, I be fly like I'm Peter (Ugh)
N***a, I be fly like I'm Peter Pan (Ugh)
Fuck around, whack an opp, then I do my dance (Ugh)
You used to be the man, now you pick up cans (Ugh)
Bitch, I used to want you, now I want your friend (Ugh)
Beat a n***a ass up like I got eight hands (Uh)
I'm finna have a ninesome, my bitch brought eight friends (Ugh)
I think I'm finna OD, I'm off eight Xans (Ugh)
A n***a say he want a verse from me, I need eight bands
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You the type to jump in n***as' beef, then take stands
Seen your opposition fuckin' 'round and just shake hands
I learned how to jugg in the A down by bank head
If you ain't down low, YSR, you a fake fan
Beat a n***a ass for tryna serve me some fake Xans
I was on the block gettin' money, ain't ate yet
I'ma bring Drich on the tour, he gon' take shit
He hit the road and came back home, he ain't make shit
We throwin' big B's in the parkin' lot
Got into a shootout the other day for a parking spot
Paid me five hundred for a feature, bought another Glock

[Outro: YSR Gramz]
YSR shit
Beecher to Bompton