[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
Did he really make this?

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Damn, it's like five in the morning
I made five in my sleep, you n***as still yawning
Been done shot this bitch up while a n***a performing
We finna hit California, then we goin' to Georgia
I kept that big bitch ridin' with me like that n***a Norbit
I'll leave holes in your body size of a quarter
High as hell in this bitch, bro, where is the water?
Bro swiped in every damn state, he go across the border
A n***a diss me, I ain't Biggie, ain't givin' out warnings
I ain't pay my ticket in Ohio, they gave me a warrant
Twenty-three in this clip, I call this bitch Jordan
Bro put his bitch out the stu' 'cause the bitch was boring
Told her shut the fuck up while a n***a recording
I got a drive-thru on my block, we'll take your order
I made fifty thousand on this block, I feel like Rich Porter
She just sucked me and fucked bro, man, this bitch horrible
So many diamonds in my chain, man, them bitches adorable
I know you got a lil' money, well, bitch, I got more than you
You cannot take one pill, take more than two
I just hit this bitch at 8 AM, this my morning boo
Police really tryna ask me questions, I don't have a clue
This n***a Kidd mad as hell 'cause he ain't got no juice
This FN stuck to me like it played in glue
A n***a play with my n***as, we gon' rain on you, drrt
[Interlude: YSR Gramz & Detwan Love]
Drrt, drrt, drrt
Like (Yeah)
Drrt, drrt (Slatt), drrt
Bitch (Okay)

[Verse 2: Detwan Love]
Okay, my n***a out here— yeah
Okay, my n***a out here fuckin' all these hoes and they don't know he bold
I caught a case with a n***a, it's fucked up he told
I ran out of bullets, so I hit him with the back of the stapler
You'd probably change on your n***as for some lil' paper
I ain't worried 'bout no n***a who be smokin' vapors
My bitch told me to try somethin' new, I think I'm finna rape her
Choke my bitch up in Walmart like The Undertaker
I'll run off with a bag, I'm a risk-taker

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Yeah, I'm a risk-taker)
Went to the opp funeral and ate three plates
Your bitch make Ro-Tel, at mine, she just cook steak
I ain't no handyman, but I'm finna pain
I ain't gon' lie, these the same drawers I had on yesterday
Made 20K in these, I ain't tryna change
I'm shinin' like a star 'cause I got on all kinda chains
Ham me? That's like lettin' anybody do my braids
Snuck a knife in the club, yeah, I think I'm Blade
In the club with a knife, yeah, I'm just like Blade
Them glasses don't fit your shit, boy, them not your shades
Better not put shit on Gabe 'cause you is not with gang
Don't say shit to me or we tearin' the club up
My n***as with me play dumb, they don't know no stuff
I know n***as like you, you a ham, you some lunch
N***a tried to rush me and I fucked around and got him punched
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ahh
Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass
Dumbass, dumbass
Ahh, dumbass