[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Nito, what up, my n***a?

[Verse]
Most of these n***as shooters, they be poppin' n***as
I know some n***as from the north, they be robbin' n***as
I don't fuck with doggy bone, can't get no dollars with him
Yeah, I'm still in the hood gettin' guala, n***a
Baby girl head different, yeah, she swallow n***as
If we beefin' in the club, I'll bottle n***as
They beef too much around here, can't even ride with n***as
If you ain't one of mines, n***a, I can't slide with you
My n***a say he wanna slide, I'm finna slide with him
If I go broke right now, you gon' stay down with me?
My n***as stabbin' n***as up, tryna find Sydney
Unc' havin' withdrawls, he can't find Whitney
I don't fuck with you no more, you crossed the line with me
You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my—
You ain't really gang gang, you ain't my slime really
Bitch, you ugly as fuck, you ain't fine, really
He tryna steal some petty shit, that's a sign, really
My lil' n***a popped up with a ten milli'
My n***a out here doin' scams, scammed ten cities
Every Glock on the block got ten titties
That mean we got them fifty rounds and they fast as hell
I know I rap, but I still got bags for sale
You n***as broke, still out here playin' Madden 12
I'm outside right now, who got a mask for sale?
My lil' n***a say he got beef, who got mags for sale?
You in love with that bitch, she got ass for sale
Don't ask me, "Can you hit her?" You better ask yourself
If I hit you with this Glock, you gon' have to patch yourself
Ain't nobody teach me how to rap, I had to rap myself
I ain't let no n***a wrap my 'bows, I'ma wrap 'em myself
Like why the fuck would I front you? I'll sell 'em myself
Why would I sign a record deal? I could sell it myself
Ninety-nine cent for a song, I'm sellin' myself
I'll never sign a deal, I ain't sellin' myself
N***a, you know you stink bad, you smellin' yourself
I flew to California to mail it myself
YSR Gramz, the fans say I go crazy
My cousin mama was a fiend, he a dope baby
All I do is sell weed, I don't sell dope, baby
Please listen to YSR Gramz, my shit dope, baby
Verse 2, lil' n***a, I'm finna go brazy
The lean got me walkin' slow like an old lady
You don't get no pussy, lil' n***a, you got no ladies
You broke as hell around this bitch, got four babies
I just stuffed a big Backwood with four eighties
Shot thirteen shots out the Glock like Tracy McGrady
My lil' n***as on the road goin' so crazy
You don't get no money, lil' n***a, 'cause you so lazy