[Intro: YSR Gramz & AK Bandamont]
(I got so much Enrgy)
Yop, yop (Yeah)
AK Bandamont, n***a
Yung Sak Runner
What up, Gramz?
You know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
AK Bandamont shit, n***a

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Get the drop on my opps, we gon’ slide through it
I'm tryna get a n***a whacked, make slide music
I'm the type to run that money up, make grind music
I ain’t even gotta shoot my Glock, let slime do it
Tryna slide down my block, he gon' die doin' it
We shot his ass, I ain't talking camera, but we shootin' movies
I got 7.62s, they be shootin' through 'em
These little bitches best friend, they let me do it to them

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, I just sold this bitch some dog, she wanna try doin' it
Matter fact, hit it all with Fetty Wap, she finna die doin’ it
Bought a chop and these them big old 5.56s, they finna fly through ’em
If I catch a n***a up close and let off five, they finna bite through him
She get threated like a ho, this bitch broke, she want another life
I think I'm turnin’ into a fiend, I want another pint
If I tell him come outside, I'ma start shootin', I ain't finna fight him
I just sold all type of different drugs, but I ain’t finna try 'em
Little girly ass fat, her credit high, she cooking jambalaya
I told her spread her legs open, I'm finna jump inside it
I smacked her with the dick, her head fucked up, she got a lump inside it
Hit the bitch a thousand times, but I'd never put my tongue inside it
I just caught another opp, now my gun excited
You ain't never been in a raid seein' your brothers gettin' drug indictments
I still keep a hundred guns, n***a, fuck a license
I caught that boy ridin' down Fuller, I'ma bust a biker
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Paid five bands for a 'Cat, they gon' slide in strikers
My n***a bust a clerk head with his fuckin' license
My n***a always beatin' his bitch ass, she a fuckin' Pisces
This lil' bitch like to eat dick, she so fuckin' triflin'
He got a thousand Vics in, I told him let me buy 'em
You can tell if the pill real, you just gotta bite it
This n***a made a million off a song, he ain't even write it
N***a, my pockets fat as hell, I think they need a diet
I just paid five dollars a pill for a thousand Vics
You can get away with crimes if you do it right
If the police get behind us, you better do a right
My pop popped a n***a while I was young, now he doin' life
N***a talkin' 'bout he got a bag, put it on Jesus Christ
I'm outta town searchin' through this bitch, where the P's and pints?
Caught a n***a lackin' the other day, he ain't even squeeze his pipe
He ran from them bullets like Ricky and he lost his life

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
I can leave the crib with eighty different guns, I got a thousand pipes
Bitch be lyin' to every n***a that she meet, she lived a thousand lives
Bitch said I'm broke, I upped dog shit on her, she is now surprised
Runnin' down blocks, breakin' in cribs how I found a knot
Bitch, give me your Social, I'm doin' taxes, I done filed nine
We whacked dog and put baggage on his mans, but they ain't found them guys
I'm finna put a n***a on the news, I'm finna clout this guy
We popped him up and threw him in a pit, they ain't found this guy
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
A hundred for a gram, that's my molly price
N***as sellin' Hannah Montana, you know Miley, right?
That chopstick like a guitar, I live a gnarly life
My white boy said he know how to slide on a Harley bike

[Verse 6: AK Bandamont]
I just knocked a n***a off with my lil' cuz, he can hardly fight
I just taxed a n***a seventy-five a point and it was hardly ice
They hit my n***a with a dub, I told him, "Chill, 'cause it's hardly life"
My chopper flash and flicker at a n***a like when you spark a light

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Reached for my chain at a show and got beat with mic
If I get drunk with this bitch, she gettin' beat tonight
I pour fours in my pop, I can't sleep at night
I know a n***a that made 100K, he can't read or write