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Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] So many tools in this bitch, nigga, Handy Mandy Bro a demon with his Glock, he'll probably pop your granny Nigga, you ain't never popped shit but a fuckin' Xanny Put these phones in your name, we gon' take 'em to Ramsey I ain't never had shit, why I'm actin' fancy You don't even got more money than my uncle Danny Ten bands, all dubs on me, think I need a fanny Nigga tried one of my niggas, got his ass canceled [Verse 2: YSR Dee Rich] I'ma keep on rappin' 'til I get a deal But if I don't, I'ma still have a bag to sell Them bitches comin' in a tote with a loud smell Bro introduced me to the— I was glad as hell Bro got four or five R's and they hold sixty I'm quick to leave a pussy nigga like he ain't come with me Drop fifty, keep fifty, brought a hun' with me Free Kannon, every day, he kept a drum with him [Verse 3: Driveway Baby] If we got a problem, though, you can come and fix it AR and the micro Drac', it look like a midget We some wolves in the jungle, we'll get vicious Knot balled in my Amiris, it look like a biscuit Driver got deducted, he went over the speed limit Bitch, I'm locked and loaded, I gotta stay on my pivot Takin' chances, couldn't tell you how many times I risked it I'm a hardhead-ass nigga, I ain't never listened [Verse 4: YSR Loski] Pulled up on a 'bow play, this shit lookin' iffy And I bought some real Pink Runtz with a blank giffy Shoot a nigga so many times 'til I seen stiffy We chargin' extra for the eighthies when we in Ypsi' We ain't all gotta be strapped 'cause I got fifty He just rerocked a pint, it's thicker than Jiffy Leave your head in your lap, I think we all hit him You can tell my nigga shinin' like a bald nigga [Verse 5: YSR Pitt] He rolled a skimpy-ass 'Wood, see, that nigga dizzy Like we won a championship game, my nigga help me drench him Sick this bitch don't never want no money, just wanna drink some liquor Sick this bitch keep makin' me miss plays, I'm finna have to kill her This nigga lyin' in his rap, he ain't no drug dealer Better hope somebody come sign him 'fore the slugs get him No, we ain't fuckin' on the bed, we on the rug with it Better be careful who you with, my brodie plug niggas [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] Your brother ain't shit, my brother a drug dealer No, she cannot stay a night, 'cause she love stealin' Y'all niggas gay as hell, man, I love women Why these niggas always snitchin'? Nigga, mind your business Nigga, send it to my crib, nigga, you can mail it Oh, you got some White Runtz? Nigga, let me smell it Oh, you grow a lot of weed? You should let me sell it AI of this rap scene, nigga, come and check me