[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gon' lie, if I go broke, I'ma rob people
Two Glocks, a Draco, and an AR, I'm with five people
I'm finna go spend all this money, I did five features
Your boyfriend broke, he fucked up, he can't grind either
I'm so high right now, I think I got a fever
My white boy the plug on the pints, I call him Justin Bieber
I'm in LA, finna make them 'bows land in Beecher
I'ma hit you with this Glock, I won't bob and weave you
Dead n***as in this 'Wood, I be smokin' people
I'm throwin' B's in the party, n***as know how I rock
You go to jail right now, n***a, you gon' rot
I'm the CEO n***a, yeah, I run my block
I guarantee a n***a gon' get dropped if I send a shot
We gon' run them n***as out the hood if they set up shop
I just bought three lines, I'm finna pour it in a pop
I'll put this Draco down and give your ass some knocks

[Verse 2: Scatz]
Fiend don't like to smoke it out the pipe, so he don't hit the same
I'll cut your hands off if you hit my drank
My lil' n***a not tryna slide, I made him walk the plank
Four opps, the same K, that's just one day
Seen bro lock in, I did the same thing
Do what I want, it's in my head that I'ma take that shit
Unc' said he got twenty K, I'm finna take a hit
Hit him in the back with the AR, watch his shoulders stiff
Glock 19 in my coat, bet you ain't notice it
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
We got the kitchen smellin' funky like we bakin' fish
My young n***a like to slide, he keep takin' hits
Man, my n***a on the road takin' trips
Mama caught me cookin' white stuff, I told her I was makin' grits
I got the peen in her mouth, she get the taste of piss
You been a ho since middle school, boy, you ain't takin' shit
Got three words for a bitch, take this dick
Modern— uh, alright
That's what my ho sound like when the bitch naggin'
Gucci windbreaker, matchin' shoes, this is big fashion
Twenty-five hundred for this coat, this is big fashion
Bunch of jewelry around my neck, gold buffs, this is Vic fashion
Karo a n***a drank, this is hit fashion
In the kitchen tryna cook a baby, this is whip fashion