YSR Gramz
FIRE MODE
[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
He got hit with that Drac' and it folded him
He broke and he ain't got no crib and he older [?]
We gon' trap and go and buy chains, them my trophies
He don't ever pass the ball to his bros, he like Kobe

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
He ain't never wanna pay his tab knowin' that he owe me
Sayin' "Kasher fell off", n***a, you gon' have to show me
I just dropped a new chain, think it's time for a Rollie
The last time you touched a dub was from unemployment


[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My Arabic plug ball on n***as like Ginóbili
My old head, he just caught a body in a stoley
A n***a caught a body with his friends and went to jail and told [?]
I ain't jump in these streets, was born in it, I was chosen

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
It's fucked up, one day, woke up and I was frozen
Every 'fit a few racks, spent a hundred on clothing
A hundred thousand on designer clothes
My bitch gotta have a BBL, I like designer hoes
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Where the bad bitches at? I like finer hoes
I'm finna drop a lot of mixtapes, I'm in fire mode
High as hell, I'm on my fifth 'Wood, where my lighter go?
Bitch got a fat pussy on her like a gyro
N***a put insurance on his life, he got Geico
They hit him in his head, now it's red like shy show
My n***as finna slide through your hood like a slideshow
I shot a n***a in a weird spot and he died slow

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
Told my driver I ain't payin' you shit, you drive slow
Two hundred in the bank, why my card decline for?
I ain't scammin', this legal money
One thing about Kasher Quon, I'ma keep [?]
Told my bitch pass the Backwood, you chiefin' [?]
I ain't gotta kill no n***a, I got people for me
Only poured up a half a line, your cup is not muddy
Just because you paid me for a feature, we is not buddies

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon]
You still livin' with your dukes, you can't have company
Bitch pulled up on her period, her cat bloody
You better stop trickin' with them bitches and stack money
Soon as n***as get a couple dollars, they act funny
I don't think that lean real, that Act funny
I ain't pull up in Air Force 1s, Balenci' tracks, Brodie
Every time I come outside, I got strap on me
[?] money, weed, that's why I got this backpack on me