[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
N***a always talking trap, never sold no dope
I was really fucked up, sold the fiend some soap
Yeah, I heard you was broke, need to sell your soul
Take a trip to Colorado, I'ma mail them bolls
Bitch, I run into some money, that's what tip I'm on
Bitch say I smell like runts, that's the weed I smoke
Dawg talking 'bout them scams, guaranteed he broke
I build a bitch up, fill her up with hope
Hit dawg from down the street, I ain't use no scope
Finna kidnap a n***a, let me use this rope
She steady reaching for my dick, she done touched the pole
Hit her with demon dick, I done touched her soul
I've been trappin all day, I done bust a boll
Lil bitch a head hunter, I done touched her throat
Dawg wanna kill bro, he done fucked his ho
Barber comin with this mack, I'll trim your throat
Broke as hell in a party, I done lost my coat
And my head been fucked up, since we lost lil bro
Run around with AR's, we is not no hoes
Finna chop back and forth, watch him rock and roll
Man, I used to be broke, well, not no more
Spent 400 on some kicks, finna buy some more
Lil bitch say she hungry, bought a 4 for 4
N***as broke around this bitch, like Derrick Rose
I like a bad cute bitch, with the hair and toes
Talking all that money shit, got one pare of clothes
I won’t go around that n***a, 'cause I heard he chose
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Bitch pussy good like I hate her, but I love her
I still rock Vlone, because deep down, I'm a loner
She asked what I do, I say nothing
Don't ask 'bout my hustle, bitch, if you ain't tryna stuff them
They still show me love in Texas, like I'm Tim Duncan
I still slide the fuck up a n***a function
Key just me hip on how to punch all these numbers
Bitches love me, 'cause I lay pipe like a plumber
Bumped into an opp and plug, almost bust him
Bitch got on [?] please, do not touch me
Got a call from Eddie got plays St. Dusky
I've been charging high for blues down in St. Dusky
Keep a 40 on me, bitch, but I ain't no druggy
Been a minute since I been broke, got some money
Ran up a check and house shoes in the country
Got caught in public with my stuffer, now my bitch don't trust me
Damn, you really don't trust me
Fuck it
Bronem a magician with them gift cards
Thank you for shopping at Walmart, make my dick hard
You can run if you want to, you ain't gon' get far
You a freaky n***a, eat them hoes with that discharge
Wouda been broke but had the nerve to ask for a gift card
So guess what? That bitch ain't get no gift card
Caught my wrist on the pot, how I whip hard
Bro keep getting caught, this like his fifth charge
Tryna shorten me a line, almost killed dawg
I up a pole, but I miss dawg
Red bottoms on, bitch, I drip hard