Wake Up

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] Jay go brazy YSR Shit (Ay this that one right here) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Er-er-everytime I wake up, I make a thousand I keep my nigga with me, Nick Cannon, he be wylin Give a nigga free shots if a nigga ever foul me Put a hole in that nigga, left him looking like an olive Me and Kasher in this bitch, we brought two choppas You wanna hear me on your song, I need two thousand A nigga play with us, we gone give that nigga two options Give his ass a headshot, Biggie Smalls, who shot you [Verse 2: Kasher Quon] I just poured up some Hi-Tech with YSR And I'm in the studio crispy off YSL I heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can't pay his bail This a Moncler, I heard you still wear Pelle Pelle I'm talking to my vendor right now on Telegram How the fuck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram My cousin never paid me, so I'm finna roll my fam I'm in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] (KrispyLife) Gramz, Quon kid, this what the people wanted I don't fuck with these rap nigga's, ain't no sugar coating Dropped Story Of A Young Goat, yeah I been rolling I do not fuck these nigga's bitches, okay, I'm trolling Four fifty for a Mabel jean fit, five bands all blues I know your broke ass ain't seen this I ain't really bragging cause, this ain't no dog shit I'm pretty sure that's what your broke ass would call this [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] I met some bad freaky bitches, I'm finna call Kidd You ain't got no pape, you be smelling like some dog shit Brodie clutch with that stick, he like Paul Pierce Bro, you ain't probably made a band, all year [Verse 5: Kasher Quon] Just caught one of my opps at the store getting a tall beer I'm sick dog came Budweiser I'm finna spark up a backwood with a Bic lighter My bitch caught me cheating and she bust all four tires [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] Driveway called, they just hit Fort Meyers I don't trust nigga's, nigga's singing like the church choir You could give me twelve hundred, I'm your ghost writer I'll drop fifty on your Scat, now it's a lowrider [Verse 7: Kasher Quon] Told my nigga Kidd "turn me up in the headphones" I just shot a nigga, now his name on a tombstone Yo bitch running around the crib naked in a thong I had to break up with my last bitch, we ain't get along [Verse 8: KrispyLife Kidd] I can get head in the car, you can't get fifty out that bitch Took a shot of Henny, now I'm on fully in this bitch Snuck my Glock in the club, I'm the bully in this bitch Chop sparked girl like Habachi, now you Sushi in this bitch I'm in a rush, I gotta go, this a fast break Left her on her knee's, hoe was sick with the sad face Tied dog up, used his cheek as an ashtray I keep-I keep fucking up, brodie, this my last take I'll smoke you for stealing sauce, somebody tag Drake Slide through Toronto, bitch, It'd be a sad day [Outro: YSR Gramz] Haha, and do the kawaii laugh