[Intro: GrindHard E]
(J, this shit too crazy)
Alright

[Verse 1: GrindHard E & YSR Gramz]
J, this shit too crazy
N***a shorted me and tried to get a half, I gave him two eighthies
Hit him with this Glock 23, tryna play it crazy
He caught a bullet to the chest tryna play safety
I know a n***a caught a body, now he playin' crazy
Hit a main artery, one shot to the leg and he ain't make it
I just gotta keep it real, bro, I can't fake it
Tryna snatch my chain get you shot in your face if you try to take it

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
N***a tryna get a free feature, so I ain't make it
The shit I got strong, a sale called me an hour ago, he still patiently waitin'
Your mans a rat, he ain't get on the stand, but he still made a statement
Repoed a n***a shit, ah
Repoed a n***a shit and told him that if he want it back he gotta make a payment

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
He be talkin' to the feds, he a fuckin' agent
If I hit you with this Glock, I could make you famous
We use him as our crash dummy, this n***a think he gangster
We just bought some fire-ass weed, my n***a think he laced it
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
We was in the hood dodgin' the hook makin' them bitches chase us
I almost kicked the cup, I just pour up on special occasions
I need a zip and a four, what you gon' do with an ounce and an eighthy?
I know a n***a that ain't about the street life, he went and got in the Navy
Punch a n***a in his shit, he fell down to the pavement
I got up off my ass, start grindin' hard, I had to stop actin' lazy
Now I got four pockets full, but I'm not Lil Baby
I'll walk a n***a down, you the type shoot up a crib, been had shot a lil' baby

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Brodie met a plug with the drugs, now he goin' crazy
You ain't fresh, lil' n***a, you rock Old Navy
I want my money back right now, this ain't a whole eighthy
You ain't really like that, n***a, you just overrated
I don't really think it's zaza 'cause I can't taste it
E can tell if it's real or not, he just gotta taste it
Send a hundred shots at they crib 'cause they ain't got a basement
Slid back down, they moved out, we just left it vacant

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Big guns we totin', this a .308, you got a .380
I was happy when I bought the lean from him, I think I overpaid him
Bad bitch came and bought some weed, I think I over-weighed it

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
My pockets fat as hell, just like me, them bitches overweighted
My cousin fucked this dope up 'cause he over-made it
You don't see dog around me 'cause he made a statement
[Verse 8: GrindHard E]
Weed usually my cologne, today I changed the flavor
Never make a sale at the same place, I be changin' places
I know a n***a that always got green, he be buyin' cases

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
I know a bitch from the D, she be doin' braces
I could say some bullshit, but I'm not gon' say it
Like dog popped dog and dog, but they both made it

[Verse 10: GrindHard E]
N***as be sayin' lil' slick shit, but I know they hatin'
Popped her and popped her best friend, I know they both hate me
I know an OG made a million dollars off usin' a Mason