[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
N***a, I feel like
I gotta say it like RMC Mike
Bitch

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm big boolin'
If my granny send the drank to you, we gon' get into it
A n***a tryna get down on me, he must think I'm stupid
Oh, he sell a lotta drugs? He think he Frank Lucas
Dumb-ass n***a gon' snitch, the police run into him
Dumb-ass n***a gon' get blitzed if we run into him
We got ARs and FNs, we ain't runnin' from him

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Ayy, okay
I don't run from shit, but run out Chase if the check bounce
Punched a lil' room, smoked it out and I ain't check out
Playin' both sides, gon' fuck around and blow the ref down
You talkin' 'bout some wop, but, lil' bitch, what that head 'bout?
Only been to Flint once, I really go to Beecher
You ain't never scorin', bitch, you really on the blеachers
Amiri jeans, triple S, that's rеally just to feature
This white bitch saw me and said, "That's really Justin Bieber"
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz & BabyTron]
YN Jay missed my phone call, he fell asleep at Drake house
A fan said "Cuz" and Detwan Love whipped the Drac' out
If it's beef, leave him out back like the steakhouse
Punches so fire, just hit Turo, what the Wraiths 'bout?
Two-hundred-dollar hibachi, I just punched it for a takeout
Lil' bitch mad at me, the ho ain't get ate out
Knew the bitch was easy, I ain't even bring no pape' out
Star, not a swoosh, Gramz trippin', brought the Bapes out

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
A sloppy roll on me, but I'm ugly like A-Town
BabyTron be trippin' like the white boy off Eight Mile
I caught a fan that was hatin' on me and I shaked him down
I was just down on my knuckles, I get paper now
We gon' get your head took off if you take off
I keep me a stick on me like I play golf
I cannot see none of you n***as like Ray Charles
Hit his ass dead in his head, it look like Hey Arnold

[Verse 5: Detwan Love]
Why the fuck I sell my mama baby daddy some fake pounds? Yeah
I know how to get that shit off, get on the Greyhound
I don't give a fuck we at the movies, yeah, I got stick
Man, I'll pop y'all n***as in this bitch
An old n***a hit my n***a with that pump for tryna hit a lick
Kill a witness, fuck the DA and the prosecutor (Slatt)
I ain't never aim the gun at nobody without shootin' 'em
N***as get off three E's and be on tip, how?
You been listenin' to Snoop Dogg, oh, you a Crip now?
I treat my gun like a Beyblade, let it rip now
[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Let me catch your soft ass in designer, you get stripped down
They out here talking 'bout the Shitty Boys, they got me pissed now
I'm so lit now, I was down, drip like a fish now
I don't really sell zazas, but this my fifth pound

[Verse 7: Detwan Love]
Told girly, she ain't suckin' it all, she can leave now
The police pull us over, I told Quavis get your gun now
Granny said it's snowing outside, the bullets hit the house
How the fuck— yeah
How the fuck these hoes really layin' up, sleepin' with a fuckin' mouse?