[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm in the booth right now, I'm drinking feegy water
Bitch tryna fuck, so I'm finna put wee wee on her
N***a got shot, you would've thought I put T.C. on him
No, scratch that, I should've put that n***a P.P. on him

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Damn, that n***a caught 80 shots, like [?]
N***as really broke as hell, they had twelve moments
I'm [?] arguing with my bitch, so I wailed on her
Cuz call me with a chicken, I need a leg quarter

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You gotta do it by yourself, you won't tell on you
I told Mike meet me up in Beacher, this the headquarters
Keep my heat tucked by my dick, this a legwarmer
My grannie asked me what's in my cup? This some red water

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Groupie bitch asked to suck my dick, I made her bеg for it
Hey Gramz, I bet I bet hеr pussy good, look at the legs on her
You right, [?] flipped the bed on her
She had [?] I took red from her

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
CashAp me, I got PS5's for sail, and they fell for it
[?] your bitch on your bed, and we damn near fell through it
Fed said he like my music, he count sails to it
Damn, do I really want the head or the tail from her?
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
That n***a ain't [?] shit, he got a stail jumper
Bought my bitch them new Chanel slides at 1200
I just drunk a six, but I still got a twelve coming
If it go down, I know that n***a Gramz ain't gon' tell nothing

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Smelling like money on the water, got the waves jumping
I'll whip this AK out, I bet you'll ran from it
Oops, I think I mean run
That bitch was shooting like BRRR, that's a machine gun

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
In the bitch crib, I had to leave, she had [?]
Plug hit me with a fastball, [?]
I can quit the lean any day, I don't need syrup
Selling dope, but I don't need to sell, I have a fiend serving

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rapping off the head, I don't read words
Itch think I'm mad 'cause she left, I don't need her
When my son get here, I'ma tell him say the B word

[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
Bitch
That's what you talking 'bout?
I already caught one to the head, while he was walking out
[?] keep that n***a there, I'm finna stall him out
N***as think they rap better than me, but won't call me out
[Verse 11: YSR Gramz]
You got exotic boes in, n***a, call me now
N***a in a supercharged G Track, [?] him down
I got some drank for the cheap, 'cause I talked him down
I gotta have the FNN with me when I'm walking round