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[Intro] Alabama (Enrgy made this one) You know who started this shit, man You know who started this flow, nigga I got niggas in Alabama rappin' like— [Chorus] YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap nigga But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap nigga Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap niggas Every nigga you see me with gon' zap niggas Every nigga you see me with got a gun on him Free Driveway, I heard some niggas out here told on him You would never see me hangin' with a bold nigga I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger [Verse] Shit talkin' takin' off, shit, I told niggas Another rap check for 10K, I'm gettin' cold with it If you ain't makin' money off the bag, hit the road with it I don't give a fuck where we at, I'm bringin' pole with us Got this pint from my titi, I'm finna pour a four We finna score on this one nigga, we finna pick and roll Tender-ass nigga wanna kill 'cause I hit his ho Money conversation with the label, it's just me and Mo Yeah, bitch, it's just me and Reece This nigga got a lot of jewelry on, but his shit cheese Niggas gotta thank YSR and thank Peezy Bitch, I feel like John Cena, niggas can't see me I'm a Beecher nigga, on my mama, niggas can't beat us Fly my niggas out and have your bitch cook a steak for heaters Damn, I just dropped ashes in my fuckin' pop You always askin' questions, lil' bitch, is you a fuckin' cop? I ain't tryna hear, is you gon' let a nigga fuck or not? I'ma back door them niggas that's tryna plot Soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon' fuckin' flop Have a dyke beat your ass, I'll call up tot You just a hatin'-ass nigga, you is not my opp A nigga link in the stu' with me, he gettin' his ass boxed Yeah, bitch, I call that shit box.com Pull up to a nigga hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb How is you a shooter? You hangin' with the nigga that dropped the dime If they ain't fuckin' with your music, it is not your time I'll have my nigga slide on you, he look like Sideshow Bob I put money over bitches, I'm with the fuckin' mob The shit I made off of rap, I'm like, "Fuck a job" If you throw me in the jungle, I'ma beat the odds If we agree to put the guns down, I'll beat my opps [Chorus] YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap nigga But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap nigga Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap niggas Every nigga you see me with gon' zap niggas Every nigga you see me with got a gun on him Free Driveway, I heard some niggas out here told on him You would never see me hangin' with a bold nigga I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger