[Intro]
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I've been running up a sack for a long time
Know some n***as been getting money since like '09
You keep fucking up the bag, you got a slow grind
Spending money on them hoes, you got no mind
If you ain't getting to the money, you got no life
I know some n***as locked down, and they doing life
You out here doing bullshit, you ain't living right
You better let that shit up, you can't do it twice

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Get money lil n***a, just stay humble
You fucking with the other side, so it's like fuck him
The streets fucked up, he think he untouchable
On my mama, on my kids, n***a, we'll touch you
Know a badass bitch, and she unfuckable
I'm outside, still trapping out here, eating lunchables
If you ain't gangaroni, then I don't fuck with you
Still hustling through this bitch, like that n***a Russle
Rules in the streets, don't let a n***a punk you
Back then, if you weren't gang, n***a, we probably jumped you
I be thinking to myself, how you let him slump you?
We riding round with them K's, won't let them touch me
She got a whole boyfriend, still wanna fuck me
That bullshit you did, yeah, it still stuck with you
They ain't give a n***a shit, but wanna eat lunch with me
I still remember times I ain't even fuck with me
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I've been running up a sack for a long time
Know some n***as been getting money since like '09
You keep fucking up the bag, you got a slow grind
Spending money on them hoes, you got no mind
If you ain't getting to the money, you got no life
I know some n***as locked down, and they doing life
You out here doing bullshit, you ain't living right
You better let that shit up, you can't do it twice

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I'm flying in from L.A., I be through the night (I'm here)
Dirty money in my pocket, I was shooting dice
Ok I'm strictly about the profit, get it brought to life (Okay)
I bossed myself up, now I'm a boss for life (What's good)
Sharp like a blade, quick with my mind (Mind)
One thing that I hate is playing with my time (My time)
Sandwich bags clear, rocks lemon lime (Lemon lime)
Book bag full, lick up in her spine (Spine)
Streets dead, gotta look alive (Yep)
I'm really getting money on the business side
If they ever knock you down, hold your head high
I say I'ma see you later, never saying bye (Never, yeah)