Bad Choice Of Words

Lyrics

[Intro] (YSR shit, Lebeau Street, nigga) (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Damn, baby, you cute as hell, but you broke as fuck Stab down they block with R/T, nigga, wake 'em up Stuffin' eight grams in the 'Wood, I rolled a cocky blunt We finna slide on the opps like a hockey puck I ain't even tryna make love, I just wanna fuck I'm gettin' tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz You ran out of bullets tryna kill, nigga, you out of luck You ain't go D1 'cause you dirt as fuck I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain't give a fuck You scared to spend that little-ass money, nigga, live it up If I'm ever in the car, then it's tinted up Doin' a hundred in this bitch 'cause I'm in a rush If you get caught by the feds, nigga, keep it hush Ran through ten 'bows in a month, it would've took you months You wearin' fake buffs, they gon' be mad when they take your stuff I be all in that bitch mouth, but she hate my guts I ain't gettin' a lot of views, but I'm papered up Stuffin' dubs in my pants, gettin' paper cuts Smokin' Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz You ain't gettin' high 'cause you smokin' bunk [Verse 2: Driveway Baby] Yeah, I can give you game, but I can't take you in It was me and Meek, bitch, we had to get it in One sister drivin' and the other seat her twin And I got that chicken on me and not a little hen Bitch, I been had a ten, call me Big Ben Can't help it, I'm an expensive nigga and I like to spend Yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win I can spend a twenty-pack and do this shit again And this shit ain't no cap, this shit all facts Bent out my timeout, then I bounced back I gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back Fuck you smokin' on? It's good zaza in the pack Can't stand a silly bitch that don't know how to act I know some real grimy niggas, they know how to jack Lil' bitch ate me in the car, said I was her snack Then fuck her doggystyle, then I pulled out her tracks [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Man, the trap payin' good, I don't wanna rap You keep fallin' the fuck off 'cause you can't stack We in this bitch smokin' zaza 'Woods, man, I hate Blacks You gotta take his hat off so he can't cap You can't even book me for a show 'cause I need eight racks You can give me five to ten 'bow, I'll take that I'm tryna pull up in that double-R, fuck a Maybach [Outro: YSR Gramz] I ain't gon' lie, that, that double-R harder than that Maybach Man, I seen that bitch when I was in Miami, I wanted that bitch Hah