[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
If you stayed on my block, I probably stole your bike
Boy, don't tell them police nothin', you better know your rights
I used to bully everybody, I like to start fights
Jay just blew like twenty-somethin' bands, it took him one night
I'ma trap in white Forces, go buy Off-White
We from Beecher, Lou from Stockdale, but we all tight
You better get up off your ass, you wanna ball, right?
A n***a put his hands on one of us, we gon' all fight
Took this lil' bitch out to eat and gave her all pipe
Them n***as ain't on shit with them guns, them n***as all hype
The weed so fire, one 'Wood'll get us all high
Put a potato on that bitch, it shoot large fries
Any n***a speak on Gabe name, I hope they all die
Bro got aim with this bitch, he can hit a fly
I don't fear n***as, I was shoppin' with my n***a Fly
I'ma shoot this switchy at your face, n***a, if you try

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Mike Vick, it's a dogfight
Before my n***as shoot it out, I tell my dogs fight
Security right by Gucci, you the mall guy
White boy hit an eight-ball, that's the Paul guy
Drunk as hell of liquor in the club, I'm the fall guy
Amiri shoes with the big bottom, I'm the tall guy
I'll tell a bitch the truth before I ever lie
I just went and bought some Marni on the sweater side
Did you run off on the plug or he let you slide?
Got shot with the new gun, he got electrofied
Spread my wings, jumped off a building hoping I can fly
Unc' got aim with this bitch, he can drop a fly
Went to church with a suit on, I forgot the tie
Went to granny house on Thanksgiving, I forgot the pie
Cussin' McDonalds workers out, they forgot my fries
I done made a hundred thousand dollars a lot of times
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Shit
I got white Forces on, wearin' Off-White
Sellin' big bags of the sizzy, look like white rice
They talkin' 'bout the Flint scene when they talk spice
They tellin' me that I got water on me like it's not ice
Say I only hit her two times like it's not twice
It's a gamble when I'm on the table, but it's not dice
Shootin' with his left hand, he ain't do it right
Bitch, I'ma argue with you later, I can't do it high
Music got me not sellin' shit, all I do is buy
Uh, when most n***as rap, all they do is lie
I'm grindin' like I got a certain time I gotta get it by
Ten-thousand-dollar dog at home, I get it high
A hundred thousand dollars cash, to me, you just gettin' by