[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n***a high as a fuck, he ain't took no meds
When them 7.62 hit his head, it took off dread
Free my n***a Cannon, they got him locked down in the feds
I just got some head from yo' bitch, I'm finna go to bed
I'm finna slide on the opps, bro said, "Go ahead"
Slid on the opps yesterday, we finna go again
Like I'm finna get some pussy, I be goin' in
LBG bad as fuck, he got four FNs

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I just poured a deuce, then a four, then a four again
Now I got a six
AR got rapid-fire, but it's not no switch
Speakin' on the dead, end up dead, layin' in a ditch
Or get found in the water by somebody try— ahh
Or get found in some water by somebody tryna fish
Seven grams in a Fronto and it act like it's not gon' stick
I'm the type to dick a bitch down, I am not gon' lick

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
N***a got a thirty in this clip, but only got six
E pourin' up that other shit, he ain't got no Trish
Before I bought my first fuckin' gun, I used to play with sticks
Don't take no pictures with that gun, that bitch got a switch
Dee Rich will spray at any fuckin' body, he ain't got no sense
N***a, you don't get no fuckin' pussy, you ain't got no dick
How the fuck you say you GD, but you don't know yo' lick?
He beefin' with the whole fuckin' city but ain't got no blick
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
If I get to shootin' before you shoot, I am not gon' miss
I be lyin' to myself, tellin' myself "I am not gon' sip"
You got jewelry from the middle of the mall, that is not no kit
Tryna stuff this shit all in one pocket, it is not gon' fit
How the fuck you sellin' dope for more than five years and ain't got no brick? (Mm, mm, mm)
That don't make no sense
Hittin' licks, I grew up with some n***as that'll take yo' shit
Catch a opp out in traffic by himself, we done sprayed his whip

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
They don't know who did it, he had on black like Blade and shit
I ain't talkin' 'bout smokin' weed, I be blazin' shit
I'm high as hell, eyes low as hell like a Asian, shit
He don't even know it but his plug fuck with agents 'nem

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Words slurred 'cause my pop got an eight in here
Trap slappin' hard, my n***as leavin', I'm stayin' here
Four-forty-eight, 7.62, it's a K in here
N***a try to take something, he gon' D-I-E, let me make it clear
Bro just caught a flight, on the way with the 'bows, hope he make it here
Told him I hope it's all bud, 'cause I don't want it if it's shake in here