[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I don't let my n***as outside, they be trigger-happy
I think these n***as drunk as hell, they off Natty Daddys
I just wanna fuck your bitch ’cause she got a fatty
Oh, you want smoke with gang? N***a, drop your addy
White boy up all night 'cause he off an Addy
My n***a got dog food for sale, he be sellin' Shaggy
He got designer on, don’t know how to wear it 'cause that n***a chatty
I can't wait to catch him outside drivin' in that Caddy
Yop, that old-ass vehicle
Old as hell, flashin' 5K, his old ass pitiful
Them cheap bullets in your gun gon' leave a n***a critical
My n***a rappin', hope he blow up 'cause my n***a lyrical
If you live from these Five-seveNs, thеn that’s a miracle
I want a bitch from the hood just like Miraclе
Five-seveNs put holes in ’em just like a Cheerio
My n***a got five bodies on him, that n***a serial
I'll hit you with them ’bows if you really serious
Is you really plugged in? N***a, I'm just curious
Told that bitch give me head 'cause she on her period
I don't even wanna fuck her, she got bacteria

[Verse 2]
Drop your pants if it’s smoke, I'm finna pull down
Get a n***a picked off while I'm out of town
Bullet hit him in his head, make him spin around
When you hear them fast dudes, you better hit the ground
Can't believe you cuffed her, she a get-around
I need my money right now, I can't sit around
You be actin' like you hard when it's hoes around
Naw, we don't sell dope, bitch, it's 'bows around
My favorite opp just died, I'm finna smoke him now
Got me high as hell, I ain't gon' lie, I had to put him down
Bullet hit him in his stomach, now he shittin' now
We just got the drop on the opps, we finna blitz 'em now
[Verse 3]
I just chased a n***a ass down with the Drac', made him kiss the ground
Full-body AR-15, this bitch longer than 7 Mile
I done ran through a whole 'bow, but this a different pound
N***as always runnin' they mouth, I'm finna zip it now
Know I'm Blood Gang, but I keep a couple Crips around
Paralyzed a n***a, he got hit from the hip straight down
Don't be speedin' on my block, you gon' get your fuckin' whip sprayed down
Run in a n***a spot, everybody in the crib lay down

[Verse 4]
Broad day face card a n***a with a hundred rounds
Chase a n***a down with this K, I got fully rounds
I just stuffed a bitch with a load, need an ultrasound
I just took a green-ass route, the one you hit is brown
I done seen every bullet hit him, got tracer rounds
Drac' with supresser get to bustin', won't make a sound
Hit a n***a block with a fully, it's a crazy sound
Hit a n***a crib with .308s, finna shake the town