Lyrics
What the fuck? Is that YSR Gramz, bro?
Yeah, yeah, that's him
Man, I promise you, man, that nigga ain't on shit, man
He ain't been on shit since grammar school, man
He ain't no real Young Sak' runner
He don't wanna beat your shit, bro
It get scary 'round here, you better tuck your chain
Niggas backdooring niggas, it's a dirty game
A nigga got caught and told the feds like thirty names
Youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains
If you really love me, bitch, put this gun in your name
He was a real-ass nigga 'til the money came
In the widebody Scat Pack, we in different lanes
I love when she call me Big Gucci, that's my other name
I buy Raquel everything, that's my mother name
Bro just rolled up some shit that smell like onion rings
I knew I hit the clerk when I heard a ding
You wasn't born in the hood, you never heard of fiends?
I know it's fire-ass weed when it made me sneeze
I just poured a four in my pop, it just made me dream
One shot from the Five-seveN, it's gon' make him bleed
Put a switch on the back of it, it's gon' make him leave
He just rolled some bullshit up, it look just like leaves
Brodie got forty bands on him, but he cannot read
ZaZa got me chokin' on it, man, I cannot breathe
Fire coming out the Draco, man, I cannot see
You ain't God, nigga, you can't tell me what I cannot be
I know some niggas sellin' dog food in Tennessee
Oldhead keep a knife on him, he a wolverine
You the type of nigga tell a nigga what you gon' do to him
It get scary 'round here, you better tuck your chain
Niggas backdooring niggas, it's a dirty game
A nigga got caught and told the feds like thirty names
Youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains
If you really love me, bitch, put this gun in your name
He was a real-ass nigga 'til the money came
In the widebody Scat Pack, we in different lanes
I love when she call me Big Gucci, that's my other name
LSP, Loski Brim, that's my brother name
Before I made money off of rap, I went and got a chain
Fucked around and hit FanDuel and got another chain
I ain't fuckin' with the weed, I got another lane
Fell in love with this bitch, she got some different brain
This a big .308, bitch, it shoot missiles, man
Long live that nigga Skino, I swear I miss you, man
Them 'bows came early, mm-hmm, gettin' Christmas, man
I'ma beat you, nigga, YSR, it's just a different gang
Four-fives, ARs, and Dracs, we got different things
You love pussy, I love money, we got different taste
I was gon' hit her, but her pussy smell like fish tanks
I be tryna make a hundred bands off a mixtape
She a bougie bitch, she don't even think her shit stank
She say she on the rag, I can't fuck, but her lips ain't
What type of nigga say you can ride with him, but the sticks can't?
Like, what you mean?
Like, I can ride with you, but I can't bring my stick?
Fool, is you fuckin' stupid?