[Intro: YN Jay]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Damn
I'm finna (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I'm finna have a ball
10 bad hoes, I think I want 'em all
I finna hoop, I think I wanna ball
In a nice neighborhood, I think I wanna jog
Bitch wanna suck my dick, don't forget the balls
When I'm done fuckin' you, I won't forget to call
Bitch, I don't want no babies, I can't hit you raw
You got your gun on safety, I got mine on–Oh shit!
I'm 'bout to do some shit
They ain't see me comin' through, I'm in the newest whip
I just pulled up with a redbone, this my newest bitch
Oh, you never smelled this cologne? Oh, you like that huh?
Boy, you know her pussy through and you wifed that huh?
You the type of n***a get beat up, ain't gon fight back huh?
N***a slid down throwin' bullets, threw 'еm right back huh
You the type that argue on Facеbook, you gon type back "Huh"
Ahhh shit
Spot a bitch from 'round the corner, this bitch super thick
I just pulled up with Lil D, that's my mud brother
Oh, you don't know YN Damu, that's my blood brother
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Oh, you around for the money, you a blood sucker
I just seen bro make 20, he a muhfucker
Oh, they sent you to a store, you a store runner
If you see me up this bitch, you better start runnin'
I can't even bring Loski brim, cause he gon start somethin'
I just fucked for 2 minutes, and she start runnin'
If I scream "DADAO", that mean the cops comin'
You got a gun in your hand, but you ain't on shit
Oh, you got a lot of money? You be on hoe shit
Oh, that Glock ain't yours? That's your bro shit
Punch a n***a dead in his face, for bro 'nem
I just talked to the plug, he said you owe him
You out here tellin' people you my cousin, I don't know him (I don't know that n***a)
Yeah, I'm actin' real bad
You got a fake Louis Vuitton, I got a real bag
I just ate this bad bitch, she a real snack
This n***a act like 6ix9ine, he a real rat
Let me see you bend that ass over, cause it's real fat
I'm in Atlanta shootin' dice, with [?]
No you can't ride in the front, bitch get in the back
I ain't ridin' in your car if I can't bring my strap
I ain't gettin' on your song if you ain't speakin' facts

[Outro: YSR Gramz]
Bitch, YSR Shit
Yeah
Bitch