[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got greese
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
This n***a think he drinking real drank, but the Wok fake
You the n***a getting n***as locked, 'cause the cops ain't
She asked me was this gun real? Na, the Glock fake
I heard these n***as out here backdooring, so I ride with Drac
I'm in the car with KrispyLife, so I ride with K
N***a, I'm still out here grinding, that's why I rock with Ray
Bitch skinny but her pussy big, Coi Leray
I'm out here dropping [?] off a n***a, I'm in the stu at 8
I'm out here looking for a headhunter [?] my dick [?]
We gon' shoot the fuck out that n***a, 'cause he 6/8
How you out here trapping? You don't know what a brick weigh
Fuck around and drop a 41, yeah, big face
My n***a Kidd just hit a dirty bitch, now his dick stank
My lil n***a a young thug, he think he Rich Gang
Don't give a fuck, shoot my opp at a Pistins' game
Hit him with this Glock, we turned him up, gave his ass some fame
I know you got some money, but the hoes really think you lame
We finna set him up, this n***a think he gang
I probably miss with this Glock, I won't miss with K
It's gon' take a hundred boes, you wanna get this way
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Dubs outweigh the losses
The back of my shoe say Off White, [?] walking
So many straps round this bitch, you gotta move with caution
My n***as licenced up to shoot you, they don't do the charges
You want me to talk spicey, OK, then pay that
N***a can't [?] shit, I'm where he lay at
My lap is where your bitch face at
You could never fuck with none of us, n***a, yeah, them straight facts
The baby Glock make you [?] like it's a pint of tech
Got a freaky bitch [?] tap
Really smoking zas on this [?] pack
I really don't wanna rap with you, bro, 'cause you kinda ass
I don't pass Gramz the wood, he eat all kind of ass
Why the fuck is you doing that?
Technically, this a hundred [?] flip it [?]
You a lame n***a with some cheese, you [?] rats
I'm around all solid n***as, I don't fool with rats
Talking greese on a greese beat, [?] got me too atached
You can't fuck with me and my caidence
This some bullshit [?] police [?]
Feeling like Yella Beezy, all outa favors
Your trap ain't doing no trapping, you outa flavors
You [?] long time, you [?]
You [?] putting your parents in danger
[?] lot on these, just to fuck 'em up out in traffic
Never going to my crib, make them suck me up out in trafic
Paid 2 K for this pistol, the fuck I'ma do [?]
Dawg tryna eat healthy, he'd die for salid