Headquarters
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm in the booth right now, I'm drinking feegy water
Bitch tryna fuck, so I'm finna put wee wee on her
N***a got shot, you would've thought I put T.C. on him
No, scratch that, I should've put that n***a P.P. on him
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Damn, that n***a caught 80 shots, like [?]
N***as really broke as hell, they had twelve moments
I'm [?] arguing with my bitch, so I wailed on her
Cuz call me with a chicken, I need a leg quarter
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You gotta do it by yourself, you won't tell on you
I told Mike meet me up in Beacher, this the headquarters
Keep my heat tucked by my dick, this a legwarmer
My grannie asked me what's in my cup? This some red water
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Groupie bitch asked to suck my dick, I made her bеg for it
Hey Gramz, I bet I bet hеr pussy good, look at the legs on her
You right, [?] flipped the bed on her
She had [?] I took red from her
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
CashAp me, I got PS5's for sail, and they fell for it
[?] your bitch on your bed, and we damn near fell through it
Fed said he like my music, he count sails to it
Damn, do I really want the head or the tail from her?
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
That n***a ain't [?] shit, he got a stail jumper
Bought my bitch them new Chanel slides at 1200
I just drunk a six, but I still got a twelve coming
If it go down, I know that n***a Gramz ain't gon' tell nothing
[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Smelling like money on the water, got the waves jumping
I'll whip this AK out, I bet you'll ran from it
Oops, I think I mean run
That bitch was shooting like BRRR, that's a machine gun
[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
In the bitch crib, I had to leave, she had [?]
Plug hit me with a fastball, [?]
I can quit the lean any day, I don't need syrup
Selling dope, but I don't need to sell, I have a fiend serving
[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rapping off the head, I don't read words
Itch think I'm mad 'cause she left, I don't need her
When my son get here, I'ma tell him say the B word
[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
Bitch
That's what you talking 'bout?
I already caught one to the head, while he was walking out
[?] keep that n***a there, I'm finna stall him out
N***as think they rap better than me, but won't call me out
[Verse 11: YSR Gramz]
You got exotic boes in, n***a, call me now
N***a in a supercharged G Track, [?] him down
I got some drank for the cheap, 'cause I talked him down
I gotta have the FNN with me when I'm walking round
I'm in the booth right now, I'm drinking feegy water
Bitch tryna fuck, so I'm finna put wee wee on her
N***a got shot, you would've thought I put T.C. on him
No, scratch that, I should've put that n***a P.P. on him
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Damn, that n***a caught 80 shots, like [?]
N***as really broke as hell, they had twelve moments
I'm [?] arguing with my bitch, so I wailed on her
Cuz call me with a chicken, I need a leg quarter
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You gotta do it by yourself, you won't tell on you
I told Mike meet me up in Beacher, this the headquarters
Keep my heat tucked by my dick, this a legwarmer
My grannie asked me what's in my cup? This some red water
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Groupie bitch asked to suck my dick, I made her bеg for it
Hey Gramz, I bet I bet hеr pussy good, look at the legs on her
You right, [?] flipped the bed on her
She had [?] I took red from her
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
CashAp me, I got PS5's for sail, and they fell for it
[?] your bitch on your bed, and we damn near fell through it
Fed said he like my music, he count sails to it
Damn, do I really want the head or the tail from her?
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
That n***a ain't [?] shit, he got a stail jumper
Bought my bitch them new Chanel slides at 1200
I just drunk a six, but I still got a twelve coming
If it go down, I know that n***a Gramz ain't gon' tell nothing
[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Smelling like money on the water, got the waves jumping
I'll whip this AK out, I bet you'll ran from it
Oops, I think I mean run
That bitch was shooting like BRRR, that's a machine gun
[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
In the bitch crib, I had to leave, she had [?]
Plug hit me with a fastball, [?]
I can quit the lean any day, I don't need syrup
Selling dope, but I don't need to sell, I have a fiend serving
[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rapping off the head, I don't read words
Itch think I'm mad 'cause she left, I don't need her
When my son get here, I'ma tell him say the B word
[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
Bitch
That's what you talking 'bout?
I already caught one to the head, while he was walking out
[?] keep that n***a there, I'm finna stall him out
N***as think they rap better than me, but won't call me out
[Verse 11: YSR Gramz]
You got exotic boes in, n***a, call me now
N***a in a supercharged G Track, [?] him down
I got some drank for the cheap, 'cause I talked him down
I gotta have the FNN with me when I'm walking round