[Intro]
(313 Mafia)
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
If it's smoke in the air, we can't talk about it
N***a drivin' crazy in the Scat, he got took up out it
Just 'cause you got a gun on you, you won't shoot nobody
Brodie got a big-ass grenade, he finna blew somebody
Oops, I mean blow somebody
N***a, you probably owe somebody
Forty thousand dollars in his pocket, he don't own a wallet
Bitch, I barely went to school, n***a, motherfuck a college
Cuttin' n***as off on my side, they can't keep it solid
N***a, you ain't real, you ain't shinin' with your guys
Hit the gas on it, make that bitch come alive
Hell yeah, I bang B's and my n***as throwin' five
You ain't even gotta ask me, hell yeah, I'ma ride
I'ma slide on that n***a, why you liеd on your n***as?
Cut that n***a off, he testified on his n***as
Show mе three-hundred-somethin' K, damn near cried for my n***a
Jump out with that K like surprise, young n***a

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I remember I was broke, I damn near cried to my n***a
Ridin' 'round on hot wheels, I'm finna ride with my n***a
Close-range headshot, you see the fire in a n***a
R.I.P. my n***a Gabe, feel like I died with my n***a
Oh, you was my n***a bunkie, you did time with my n***a
Kidnap you, I'll throw you in the trunk, I'll drive with a n***a
Dog hidin' in the crib, I'm finna slide on his n***as
Big-ass gun got me walkin' crazy
Flawless grill in my mouth got me talkin' crazy
Big-ass hole on my barrel got it sparkin' crazy
I ain't feed my pitbull in days, got it barkin' crazy
Make Pam get the fuck out, they say Martin crazy
Oh, you must don't got Apple Music, I be chartin' crazy
First one at the finish line, but I be startin' lazy
I just pulled up in a big body, got me— ah (Damn)
I just pulled up in a big body, got me parkin' crazy
You ain't made no money all year, you been starvin' lately
Oh, you had a car? You must've lost it, you been walkin' lately
You been drinkin' all that bullshit lean, got you fartin' crazy
[Verse 3: CBMG Lucho]
Everywhere I go, I be servin' fiends, I be servin' crazy
YSR Gramz got the 'bows, he be rollin' eighthies
Bro walkin' with the micro like he strollin' babies
Got a hundred-somethin' J's, bro, I probably even served your auntie
Like a pair of trick dice, n***a, I'll do you janky
Fucked around and almost shot my brother 'cause he tried to prank me
I just had to beat my fiend ass 'cause he tried to gank me
I'm in that GXP goin' fast, man, who tryna race me?

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
I got a play for two bands, is you finna take me?
I'm on the east side of Beecher, meet me at Dailey
I just got into it with my bitch, 'bout to replace her
Let this K off, it's gon' sound like ten M-80s
I'll send your ass to the devil like a Free Mason
Dee Rich pop out with that mask, you think you seen Jason
Coach Carter on the team, I'm a play maker
Hit Cali, then Oregon, I'm a risk taker