[Intro]
(JAYLAP)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
N***a passed me some bullshit weed, now my head hurt
Bitch asked me for a hundred, go to bed first
Before I put my dick in her pussy, I want head first
Every n***a with me got a gun and put in legwork
You would never see me fuckin' with him, he got paper work
N***a, we ain't shootin' paintballs, we gon' paint his shirt
I be laughin' at my opps, aha, like I'm Lil Durk
Titi wanna hold a gram, pay me on the first
I'ma still trap 'til I'm old like I'm uncle Kurt
A n***a play with me, I swear to God, we puttin' him in the dirt
Bro got so many scripts, he passin' out Percs
I'ma slide down with an Uzi like I'm Lil Vert
Put your mans on a chain, don't put his ass on no t-shirt
She done sucked me and bro and bro, I know her knees hurt
Caught his ass lackin', he bitched up, talkin' 'bout, "Please, sir"
Buy some cribs from the Land Bank and put the fiends to work

[Verse 2: Chicken P]
I'm a fiend for the drank, yeah, I need the purp
If the bitch come with me, then her knees gon' hurt
I rock it once and throw it out, I don't need detergent
My n***a kill shit for fun, he an evil person
Somewhere in America, it's a junkie with a needle lurkin'
I be puttin' my hands on that girl like Tina Turner
You can make a million in a year, that's if you determined
I know a couple n***as doin' life, said this shit wasn't worth it
Pour a four, pour an eight, ooh, I feel it workin'
I put a Whipple on the SRT8, got the engine purrin'
Tired of all these broke-ass n***as actin' like they gettin' money
Where the fuck do I be when this shit occurin'?
This an Escalade-V, bitch, not a 'Burban
N***a, I done probably sold more chickens than a Church's
Give my junkie free half a gram every purchase
Everybody eat, bitch, I'm really grindin' for a purpose
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
N***a, you don't drink purple, n***a, you be perpin'
If I hit him with this F&N, they gon' close the curtains
I think your whole hood rats, you the third person
I ain't never killed nobody, you try me, you gon' be the first person
I punch in and out, I don't write verses
I might pay for your wig, I don't buy purses
Ran up a quick fifty bands from n***as buyin' verses
I don't fuck rat hoes, all I fuck is nurses