Alpo

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy I don't give a fuck, you niggas grimy Like an ID (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Chorus: YSR Gramz] I can't trust shit, these niggas grimy I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy We put 'em in a box like an ID You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him When them niggas see us comin', they don't like them Them niggas know we got the sauce, them niggas bitin' I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] You ain't got no money, you can't buy shit That money turn 'em on like a light switch I'm tryna find a plug, I need a wide bitch Man, I'm tryna find a plug, I'm tryna buy shit My nigga stay down with me, I'ma ice his neck Where the plug with them 'bows? I'm tryna spend a check JE said the road green like that nigga Shrek I got a play in GB, he meet me on the West When a nigga fell off, ain't nobody catch me I'm like Jordan in '91, can't nobody check me Seem like the niggas closest to you try to catch you slippin' My young dog sixteen and got a Smith & Wesson Everywhere a nigga go, I gotta keep my weapon Niggas speakin' on the dead, them niggas disrespectful Nigga finesse you for them 'bows, he done took your blessing Don't show these niggas shit, you gotta keep 'em guessing [Chorus: YSR Gramz] I can't trust shit, these niggas grimy I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy We put 'em in a box like an ID You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him When them niggas see us comin', they don't like them Them niggas know we got the sauce, them niggas bitin' I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic [Verse 2: Don Perrion] These handicap broke niggas need a fix-up Some bad bitches got bad breath, no, we can't hook up Dusty had all the phones, feel like got the hook-up The L really slap, I don't say that for nothin' I ain't took no trip yet, nigga, I been hustlin' Pray we make it out the hellhole 'cause the streets muddy I had to stop the lean, I had a weak stomach Me and my bitch had split apart 'cause she was creepin' on me I dropped that off my mind and they stopped sleepin' on me Karma realer than a bitch, I feel it peekin' on me The whole time I was up, I was still money-hungry P a bad motherfucker when that shit on him I'll go ghost and pop back out like Rich Homie No, you not my slime if you not my daughter or my homie No, you cannot get no fuckin' feat if you ain't got no money Wish I can give y'all shit back, the Lord know I'm lyin' Man, I can't even lie, I really miss robbin' I'm the only bull in Michigan like Dennis Rodman Lil' whore threw me a towel when she got done moppin' When I was fuckin' on shorty, I swear we was the topic