Dragon Ball Z

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Why would you play with me? A nigga play with gang, he gon' D-I-E We got Glocks too, nigga, ain't shit sweet A nigga want a verse, he gotta pay a fee [Verse 2: YN Jay] Ooh, this a dragonfly Nigga thought I was gon' slide, I was passing by I just rode past his crib, but I'll be back tonight Nigga died sippin' purple, he wasn't actin' right [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] He can't get no fuckin' money 'cause he gettin' high Nigga, you really broke, you just gettin' by Bro so high off the Percs, he could touch the sky If I get touched the wrong way, somebody gon' die [Verse 4: YN Jay] Ayy, I just met a new custo', look like Jackie Chan Walkin' down the street with K's, look like Pakistan Nigga never had no money, he can't stack a band Nigga can't achieve his goals 'cause he ain't make a plan [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] Nigga better not move wrong, better not raise his hand Bro'll come through blowin' shit, but he ain't no fan Big bullets in this Glock 30, bitches look like cans Niggas got three bands of twenties, make it look like bands [Verse 6: YN Jay] Ayy, I just stepped on the— uh, made it look like sand Bro just pressed up some fake pills, made it look like Xans Niggas don't fight no more, must ain't got no hands Told Keisha I don't wanna fuck if I can't fuck her twin [Verse 7: YSR Gramz] And I don't wanna be friends if we can't make no bread I don't even wanna fuck the bitch if I can't get no head Suppressor on the front of the AR, that bitch look like a peg Brodie head really fucked up, he gotta take his meds [Verse 8: YN Jay] He need an SSI check, he can't make no pape' But I keep him with me, jump stupid, he'll break your face I ain't in a race with nobody, but I'll take your place I'll post up on your block, I'll take your play [Verse 9: YSR Gramz] You would think the bullets bath salt how they ate his face This Flint shit really rough as hell, he'll take your plate Why would you get that bitch pregnant? You ain't got no taste Dog over here goin' through it 'cause he ain't got no drank [Verse 10: YN Jay] I don't want no cornbread if that shit ain't Jiffy Nigga tried to throw a shot, it came back like frisbee In the club breast checkin' bitches, let me see them thitties