[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I just rolled a thoink up, bitch, I'm higher than a pilot
Fuck around and run my money up and go buy an island
Your raps weak as hell, like the motherfucking Lions
A n***a touch Gram, then that motherfucker dying
The opps just died, now them motherfuckers crying
You ever bought a bag, and ain't nobody buy it?
Everybody doing scams, so I gotta fucking try it
You got that gun in your hand? Then you better fucking fire
That shit come in twos, like a motherfucking [?]
I have my n***a Dash shoot your ass in your eyelid
[?] bitch like the baby, lil bitch, you my sidekick
I'ma fuck one time, I ain't never gon' buy shit
I put my gun down, and beat your ass like Tyson
I remember I was tryna come up, shooting dice
N***as got K's, look just like Isis
Unc hit my line, say he looking for that white shit
When I pick up them boes, my driver is a white bitch
I took that n***a boes back, I ain't even like it
Got an FN on my hip, lil n***a, I ain't fighting
Got a five case sale, so I gotta go to Brighton
My n***a do scams all day, shout out Ryan
Teach you how to get this fucking money, it ain't sciance
You know your mans [?] lil n***a, don't be [?]
Off White [?] on a n***a feet [?]
Hit your lil bitch from the back, that lil pussy is the tightest
I ain't get the head from her, that lil bitch had [?]
You wanna fuck my bitch, you gon' have to fucking buy it
Feel llike Sauce Walka, lil n***a, you gon' have to buy it
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
N***a, fuck the smell, [?] trapping
You can tell it's fire off the smell for you try it
All you gotta do is take a lighter up and light it
Yeah, n***a, I'm flying
Throw new tires on the Lack, [?]
I got bullets coming out the nose like sinous
I be playing everybody [?] like I ain't buy it
She blow me down like I'm a king [?]
They don't think that boy [?] the scene, 'cause he
They don't think that boy [?] scene, 'cause he quite
Everytime I pull up on the scene, they be eyeing
And every bitch I OK
Every bitch who DM that I hit, they replying
Better not let nobody make me mad this year, they dying
Know I'ma probably do it too for real, I was crying
Bust a pie down in fours, divide it
We on the [?] Flint and Beecher colliding
Be iced til we old as fuck, Mike, I decided
This the type of rap that make you feel real when I provide it