YSR Records

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz & Eightball Tank] (Enrgy made this one) Yung Sak Runners (Ayy) Bitch [Verse 1: Eightball Tank] Streets is a bitch and we married, I don't need no bae Dog got popped with his heat, he don't no K Baby chop with the curl clip, look like a Frito-Lay Pull this bitch out and bless your ass, boy, in Jesus name And I owe dog a headshot, boy, I can't wait to pay Outside his crib like a kid, bitch, come out and play Heard your mans locked for a body, he ain't beat the case Heard he finna get his ass cooked like a t-bone steak I ain't even this bitch daddy, she do what I say 'Cause she know I'ma cut her off if she disobey I made that bitch my sideline, she your fiancé Oh, you like to put a ring on it? Boy, you Beyoncé [Verse 2: Driveway Baby] These niggas wastin' all these bullets, they ain't got no aim Beam on the XD, you can get hit in the brain Don't get it twisted 'round this bitch, I'll go insane Knock a nigga out his buffs, he won't have no frames Bag out that bitch, you know it's time to get active Lil Tank a Sak Runner, now it's time to get nasty Chop wood got dry skin, got the wood all ashy I like crazy bitches, but they all gotta be classy Got a lil' bitch from out of town, she gotta be the baddest SRT or a 'Maro, shit, which one go the fastest? Catch me OT with a roll on me eatin' crab, bitch Them niggas talkin' big money, real life, never had shit [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Poured a deuce in my pop before I hit the booth He ain't see me sneak in with the Glock, nigga, peek-a-boo YSR versus anybody, nigga, pick your troops I'll get to shootin' right now like I'm by a hoop I'll call my lil' brother up, he'll smoke your boots Oh, your cousin want some? We gon' smoke him too I would've been quit rap if I was old as you We'll shoot fifty-somethin' times, they won't notice you Bad bitches get to smoke Runtz, you get Gorilla Glue 7.62s hit his whip, I think his engine blew My head really fucked up, I'm a loose screw I'm on my way to Tennessee with that Scooby Doo