1030 Lebeau St

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) I ain't gon' lie, Baby YSR shit [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Bitch, I ran through a lot of grams last week Steady runnin' up this money like a track meet Tell your best friend come over, get her back beat This nigga think shit sweet, he got bad teeth I don't like the way this bitch look, she got acne And she don't ever have no money and she ratchet Before I got a good grade, I got a package Middle school and high school beatin' niggas, I been active Everywhere I go, I got a fan with me Ready to blow one of you niggas, put your hands on me I ain't even gotta do it, but put my mans on you A lot of these niggas livin' suite like Zack and Cody I used to eat ramen and raviolis I used to still serve out the cabinet and drink with brodie You ain't drinkin' on no lean, a nigga served you Motrin Nigga think he really from the streets, 'cause he slept with roaches If I hit you with a bag, it take all day P just walked in this bitch with a small K When you slide on them boys, shoot all face I'm finna take 5 bowls to a small state [Verse 2: YSR Pitt] My group full of singers, we got all Drac's I buy some pizza at the room, that's a small date We shoot the crib up, that nigga needin' Allstate Throw that nigga to one of Quavis' bullets, he a small bait Chased him down in some retros, fucked up my J's Bitch cheated on me with my daddy, fucked up my wave Sleepin' on the bed with no do-rag, fucked up my waves Shot him and his twin brother, popped Marlon Wayans I told her take her panties off, we finna to run a train That nigga got to grabbin' on his gun, we got to bussin' K's She keep callin' her nigga while I'm here, I'm thinkin' somethin' strange 'Cause I fuck her everyday, she thinkin' she my main That nigga old as hell, still grindin', think he Louie Ray Thought that I was finna hit her pussy, she had the booty face Was sellin' $5 grams in my student days Want some barbecue, I think I'm finna go to Famous Dave's She think I'm gettin' horny, I just wanna fuck Nigga gettin' drunk all day, he livin' life like clutch Bro ran the football back, he think he Reggie Bush We smokin' top chef, you just smokin' kush