[Intro]
(Ayy, good lookin' for this, Cali)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My n***a pour a whole lotta lean, but he don't sleep
My n***a got the bows in, but they so cheap
How the fuck is that your bitch, but she want me?
That n***a old and he broke, he an OG
First come, first serve, you got slow feet
This n***a said some broke shit, he got no teeth
I will not eat that bitch pussy, she got roast beef
That n***a cold as a bitch, he got no heat
I thought I seen Lil E, he was four feet
I'm finna slide in his bitch like a door key
I can tell you fuck with that shit, you have nosebleeds

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Alright, forty racks, just on one piece
N***as tryna stretch that shit out, cut beef
I ain't tryna hash that shit out, you said fuck me
560, I don't say shit, let the light speak
Twin turbos on this motherfucker, move at light speed
Oh, you one of them typе of n***as, you got light cheese
Amiri jeans blue with thе stripes, but the sprite pink
It shine with the lights on it though, but his ice weak
I just made forty more racks, been a half week
I ain't gotta lie to kick it neither, getting fast cheese
Still got a hundred on me, all cash
N***as talk, talk, talk, talk, it's all bad
N***as fuck around and spend another fifty, shit, I got
She told her n***a she ain't fucking with me, that ain't honest
Stood on everything I was supposed to, bro, I got us
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Damn
Caught a n***a out, he got scared, give him jaz hands
Catch him coming out his place and be— trash can
Group of hoes came in the crib, I want the last friend
I just charged a n***a 5k for some ad-libs
Another day, no sex, feel like a inmate
I just beat a n***a ass bad up in intake
I just spent almost 20k on a fish tank
I just know her pussy got a smell 'cause my tip stank
[?] talking very spicy, I need a piss break
In Miami getting money, I'm chilling with the Haitians
I know a n***a riding down Dayton on some daytons
A n***a always got twenty on him, like I'm Gary Payton
Your bitch fucked on one snitch, you better fear the fragrance
Bitch doing hair out the trap, yeah, I'm cool with braids
White boy got the best prices, yeah, I'm cool with Braden
Got the boogie man tatted, yeah, I'm cool with Jason

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
You only winning 'cause of your team, you Dion Waiters
I'm tryna catch all my plays, before Daylight Savings
Just 'cause your n***as made it, that don't mean you made it
How the fuck is you a killer? I used to see you waving
They hit his ass with that Glock, you will see him later
You fucked up right now, and you need a favor
You ain't did shit to your opps, and you n***as neighbors
My n***a did the fool with the chop, like he up in [?]
Like he work at a barber shop, he be giving tapers