YSR Gramz
Round Eleven
[Intro: YN Jay]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, like
Yeah, what you on, though?
Alright

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I'm on my big dog shit
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, I got big dog shit
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I'm on my missed call shit
You the type that borrow money on your rent, dog
You the type that— ah
You the type that borrow money, you got rent, dog, shit
Forty thousand each pocket, I can pick dog shit

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Spin a bitch and pass her on my Chris Paul shit
A group of hoes pulled up, ah, shit
Group of hoes pulled up, I done hit all six
My n***a called me with an eight, I'm keepin' two, but I'ma get off six
Sold three bullies and I made dog shit

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Told her I don't even wanna fuck, I want all lips
Your bitch ain't got no ass, shе got all hips
P90s and Dracs, we got all sticks
This ain't a knot full of twenties, I got all strips
E pullеd up with them pounds, I'm like, "Ah, shit"
[Verse 4: YN Jay]
I just hit a bitch while the bitch on all fours on her dog shit
I done spent a million four times, that's what you call rich
I done hit every bad bitch on my call list
Bulldog dookied on the floor and left dog shit
Damn, you talkin' 'bout like, it's money on the floor
Like, like, are y'all, like, what y'all doin, y'all, y'all gettin' to it?

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Money on the floor with much shit on me, speedin', gotta be cautious
Fronted my lil' n***a the bag, he said he lost it
He told me he ain't have that pape', I almost lost it
States got behind me and I had that shit on me, I had to toss it

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
I know a white boy with weed, his name Austin
I got some feature money on the floor out in Boston
I'm slick rollin', shootin' dice on the carpet
If you slide down my block, on my mama, we gon' park it

[Verse 7: YN Jay]
I just slid down in the snow, I had to slide slow
Bunch of images in one picture, it's a slideshow
Damn, I thought this bitch was Chinese, she just had this bitch eyes low
Michael Myers, bitch, it's Halloween, where my knives go?
[Verse 8: GrindHard E, YSR Gramz & YN Jay]
This n***a broke and old, thinkin' to his self like, "Where my life go?"
Glock 26 out here knockin' shit down, what I'ma fight for?
The AK the same size as E, it's a micro
I bet I can hit him with this Glock if I'm blindfold
Fifteen percent'll save you more, is that GEICO?
I just poured up twenty lines, it was five fours
Three, two, one