[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
Turn my headphones up, Tee
Turn that shit down

[Chorus]
Granny said, "Turn that shit down, you make demon music"
Popped my mans up on accident, I ain't mean to do it
Wake up, don't clean the house up, have a fiend to do it
You don't know how to shoot that Draco, you gotta lean into it
Soon as you get to [?][0:15], you in the red zone
YSR Gramz talk brazy, turn up your headphones
A n***a tried to reach for my chain, now his head gone
A n***a died broke yesterday, ain't got a headstone

[Verse]
That mean you in these streets for no reason, you don't stack your money
Unc' gettin' high off that shit 'cause his nose runny
I had to kick bro out the crib 'cause he stolе from me
Still hold him down up in jail 'cause he know I lovе him
I'ma ride for my n***a Tee 'cause we blood brothers
I ain't even wanna fuck your bitch, I got sucky from her
Grown as hell livin' with his mama, he can't have company
They know we ain't fightin' one on one, we gon' try to jump him
My n***a seen an opp yesterday and he got to dumpin'
He fell off, he can't ball no more, he Iman Shumpert
Yeah, you sent a shot, ain't hit nobody, you got a wack jumper
He just threw a twelve on the dice, I know a nac comin'
Fronted my lil' cousin a QP, I got a rack comin'
(What you mean by that, Gramz?) He owe a thousand dollars
Ten Backwoods to the face, I got a thousand problems
You don't know about LSP, we got a thousand choppers
I ain't just started gettin' money, you could ask my mama
Boomerang with this chopstick, we hit everybody
He don't wanna pay me what he— alright
He don't wanna pay me what he owe, he gotta worry about me
N***a talkin' 'bout he caught a body, he tellin' everybody
They talkin' 'bout a top five in Flint like I care about it
My n***a sayin' EBK gang, fuck everybody
Nah, I can't eat that pussy, baby, 'cause it's Ramadan
He got hit with that switchy, made him [?][1:25]
He tryna be hard, but he ain't, he give me Carmen vibes
In the club with that knife on me like that n***a Nas
N***a on the block, ain't sellin' shit, n***a, you need a job
I ain't gon' lie, if you ain't from 'round here, you gon' get your ass robbed
I swear to God, I hate a bitch that be wearin' bobs
We finna run a train on your bitch, I'm 'bout to throw a lot
I knew that n***a was 'bout to switch on me, he got to actin' odd
[Chorus]
Granny said, "Turn that shit down, you make demon music"
Popped my mans up on accident, I ain't mean to do it
Wake up, don't clean the house up, have a fiend to do it
You don't know how to shoot that Draco, you gotta lean into it
Soon as you get to [?], you in the red zone
YSR Gramz talk brazy, turn up your headphones
A n***a tried to reach for my chain, now his head gone
A n***a died broke yesterday, ain't got a headstone