[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Jay go brazy
YSR Shit (Ay this that one right here)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Er-er-everytime I wake up, I make a thousand
I keep my n***a with me, Nick Cannon, he be wylin
Give a n***a free shots if a n***a ever foul me
Put a hole in that n***a, left him looking like an olive
Me and Kasher in this bitch, we brought two choppas
You wanna hear me on your song, I need two thousand
A n***a play with us, we gone give that n***a two options
Give his ass a headshot, Biggie Smalls, who shot you

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech with YSR
And I'm in the studio crispy off YSL
I heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can't pay his bail
This a Moncler, I heard you still wear Pelle Pelle
I'm talking to my vendor right now on Telegram
How the fuck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram
My cousin never paid me, so I'm finna roll my fam
I'm in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb

[Verse 3: Krispylife Kidd]
(Krispylife)
Gramz, Quon kid, this what the people wanted
I don't fuck with these rap n***a's, ain't no sugar coating
Dropped Story Of A Young Goat, yeah I been rolling
I do not fuck these n***a's bitches, okay, I'm trolling
Four fifty for a Mabel jean fit, five bands all blues
I know your broke ass ain't seen this
I ain't really bragging cause, this ain't no dog shit
I'm pretty sure that's what your broke ass would call this
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
I met some bad freaky bitches, I'm finna call Kidd
You ain't got no pape, you be smelling like some dog shit
Brodie clutch with that stick, he like Paul Pierce
Bro, you ain't probably made a band, all year

[Verse 5: Kasher Quon]
Just caught one of my opps at the store getting a tall beer
I'm sick dog came Budweiser
I'm finna spark up a backwood with a Bic lighter
My bitch caught me cheating and she bust all four tires

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Driveway called, they just hit Fort Meyers
I don't trust n***a's, n***a's singing like the church choir
You could give me twelve hundred, I'm your ghost writer
I'll drop fifty on your Scat, now it's a lowrider

[Verse 7: Kasher Quon]
Told my n***a Kidd "turn me up in the headphones"
I just shot a n***a, now his name on a tombstone
Yo bitch running around the crib naked in a thong
I had to break up with my last bitch, we ain't get along

[Verse 8: Krispylife Kidd]
I can get head in the car, you can't get fifty out that bitch
Took a shot of Henny, now I'm on fully in this bitch
Snuck my Glock in the club, I'm the bully in this bitch
Chop sparked girl like Habachi, now you Sushi in this bitch
I'm in a rush, I gotta go, this a fast break
Left her on her knee's, hoe was sick with the sad face
Tied dog up, used his cheek as an ashtray
I keep-I keep fucking up, brodie, this my last take
I'll smoke you for stealing sauce, somebody tag Drake
Slide through Toronto, bitch, It'd be a sad day
[Outro: YSR Gramz]
Haha, and do the kawaii laugh