[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy Beats)
YSR

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gon' lie, I was fucked up
Started with a zip, now I'm up up
If you play with one of us, you gon' be fucked fucked
Every K got a wood like a nunchuck
In your raps, you a killer, you ain't done nothin'
'Til you up a cool hundred, n***a, stop stuntin'
Shoot a hundred out this bitch, you won't stop runnin'
Weed stank like a whole onion
JE'll bruise the road, he a roadrunner
Your gas cards don't smack, you got bold numbers
Let us use your MSR, we tryna load somethin'
Hell naw, I don't swipe, I got loads comin'
N***as gettin' dropped, gon' be a cold summer
Man, it's hot around this bitch, how your nose runnin'?
Say you got good weed? I need a 'bow of it
You can see he actin' different, he done told somethin'
Why you rappin' 'bout this shit? You never sold nothin'
You be rappin' 'bout the money, never show the money
Treat you like my mama kids and let you hold a hundred
I don't smoke Russian Creams, but all our K's Russian
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
In Walmart buyin' giffies with a roll on me
I think my opp in here too, so I got pole on me
This a Dragonfly Glock with the pole on it
Ran out of bullets, had to swipe some ammo for it
I'm 'bout to chase him out the store like he stole somethin'
Rob a n***a, strip him ass-naked, put some clothes on him
Had a hand-scale, but I broke it puttin' 'bows on it
My white boy won't stop sniffin' like his nose stuffy
N***a want a pound of Runtz, he think he know somethin'
Sell his ass a half a 'bow of glue, this shit so fluffy
Told Quavis pop this n***a 'cause it's so iffy
Shoot the .308 and hit a tree, I lost control with it
Had a Glock when I was thirteen, I went to scoll with it
Damn, I mean I went to school with it
Wet pussy, hit her in the bed, I left a pool in it
Dirty-ass pop, it look like I cleaned my shoes with it
Put me on a box, I can't move, they got me pissed off
For ten bands or better, I'll cut this bitch off
Swipin' n***a sayin' who really winnin', n***a, get lost
He only hit for two bands and think he gettin' off

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Lil' bitch mad as hell 'cause I won't hit raw
Rio hit a n***a with a punch and knocked his whips off
I'm from Beecher, I'll get you jumped like Kriss Kross
I'm sick n***as' pieces ain't hittin', they got weak sauce
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Thought he bought a gram, but he ain't know I took a piece off
Been drinkin' lean for twenty-one days, I need a week off
Bought a bird and took a nine-piece out, I cut the beak off
K bullet hit him in his face and knock his cheek off