[Intro]
Enrgy Beats

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I put a scope on my Glock, I'll pick you out
.308 bullets in this bitch, it’ll sit you down
Shoot that n***a in his stomach, make him shit it out
We 'bout to do a kick door, n***a, in and out
My trap house slap every day like In and Out
I was fucked up a year ago, now I'm winning now
I just got the head from your bitch, I won’t eat her out
My n***a made a hundred off of scams, he can't read her account

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n***a got a brick, Wreck It Ralph
I get a bad bitch and I stretch her out
See an opp, spot an opp and pull my weapon out
I'm all for the beef, I'ma catch the gout
Made 200K off rap, bitch, fuck a college
In Detroit with thirty on me, feeling like Rasheed Wallace
Tell my manager call Balenciaga, I need a sponsor
All my n***a know is catch a body, he need a counselor

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
They won't let my n***a in the club, he beat up bouncers
My lil' n***a asleep right now, he off downers
I'm still selling seventy-five eighths to out of towners
Catch you lacking in my hood, we'll find you
You can’t play D when we shoot, we got blinders
My lil’ n***a got a Draco, he a minor
If she ain't got no ass, I’ma fuck 'cause she finer
Had zips in my book bag, n***a, not a binder
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just hit a dirty ho, now my dick a lighter
This one ain't smacking, hit a different Meijer
He wanna get out and do it too, we need a different driver
Throw the cup of Wock' on his shirt, I think he wearing a wire
Fuck you and your gang and fuck that candle light
Kidd can’t get the Glock out, think his pants too tight
I'ma cum quick anyway, 'cause my fan too tight
I wanted two black bitches, girl, your friend too bright

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I know you really love yourself, you wanna lose your life?
You can get bullshit or 'za, n***a, choose your type
Or you can be rich or broke, n***a, choose your life
I just bought a deuce of high tech, I'm finna use a Sprite
You know I ride by myself like you do a bike
My n***a high as a fuck, he just took a Vic'
You ever seent a n***a put his hands on a fucking dyke?
Your bitch let me fuck, you weren't fucking her right

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I ain't gon' lie, I'm mad as hell, she ain't give me no head
Make a flow up—, alright
Make her pout on the floor, bitch, you ain't get up in my bed
Gramz hit four fat bitches, he need a bigger bed
My n***a rolling up Obama Runtz
Bitch pussy tight, fucked her safe and got the condom stuck
Got a plug on the green, just the whole [?]
I really sipped the four before I got here, so I'm kinda stuck
Like, I really can't move that well
Like, I'm too high for this shit
KrispyLife
YSR
LeBo Street, n***a