Somewhere in America

Lyrics

[Intro] (JAYLAP) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Nigga passed me some bullshit weed, now my head hurt Bitch asked me for a hundred, go to bed first Before I put my dick in her pussy, I want head first Every nigga with me got a gun and put in legwork You would never see me fuckin' with him, he got paper work Nigga, we ain't shootin' paintballs, we gon' paint his shirt I be laughin' at my opps, aha, like I'm Lil Durk Titi wanna hold a gram, pay me on the first I'ma still trap 'til I'm old like I'm uncle Kurt A nigga play with me, I swear to God, we puttin' him in the dirt Bro got so many scripts, he passin' out Percs I'ma slide down with an Uzi like I'm Lil Vert Put your mans on a chain, don't put his ass on no t-shirt She done sucked me and bro and bro, I know her knees hurt Caught his ass lackin', he bitched up, talkin' 'bout, "Please, sir" Buy some cribs from the Land Bank and put the fiends to work [Verse 2: Chicken P] I'm a fiend for the drank, yeah, I need the purp If the bitch come with me, then her knees gon' hurt I rock it once and throw it out, I don't need detergent My nigga kill shit for fun, he an evil person Somewhere in America, it's a junkie with a needle lurkin' I be puttin' my hands on that girl like Tina Turner You can make a million in a year, that's if you determined I know a couple niggas doin' life, said this shit wasn't worth it Pour a four, pour an eight, ooh, I feel it workin' I put a Whipple on the SRT8, got the engine purrin' Tired of all these broke-ass niggas actin' like they gettin' money Where the fuck do I be when this shit occurin'? This an Escalade-V, bitch, not a 'Burban Nigga, I done probably sold more chickens than a Church's Give my junkie free half a gram every purchase Everybody eat, bitch, I'm really grindin' for a purpose [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Nigga, you don't drink purple, nigga, you be perpin' If I hit him with this F&N, they gon' close the curtains I think your whole hood rats, you the third person I ain't never killed nobody, you try me, you gon' be the first person I punch in and out, I don't write verses I might pay for your wig, I don't buy purses Ran up a quick fifty bands from niggas buyin' verses I don't fuck rat hoes, all I fuck is nurses