$2500 Open Verse lyrics

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Chest shot, arm shot, headshot
My brother ran up a ticket off the fed box
Sorry, I'm not putting on them J's, I'm doing deadstock
With my style, I think that we got the rap game in a headlock
[?] come pop this n*gga for me, he just said yeah
Mask on, all black, all I see was dreadlocks
My n*gga touched his soul when he heard the FN pop
Poured a four in a 60 ounce, that's a win pop
On Stockdale Street, going wild with the lamb chops
n*gga pulled up too f*cking fast, got a fan popped
I just shot a black n*gga with a ten Glock
Fled the scene, met my n*gga Drizzy on Shamrock

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
My n*gga said he love when them cards hit the mailbox
My n*gga get to tweeking, when they shooting, he shellshocked
I know he was a b*tch, man, he pulled up with twelve cops
I made a play off my brother phone, that's a cell block
Oh, you a demon in the streets? You know Hell hot?
I'll put a big ass grenade in your mailbox
Oh, he think he untouchable? He Handc*ck
I'll fly down this n*gga block with twelve Glocks
Overkill, hit him in his head with like twelve shots
Me and my n*gga [?] locked in since the sandbox
We gotta drive to get the boes, the mail hot
I don't got no gun in this hood, let me call opp
My Beacher n*gga made twenty million off a jump shot
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I'll chase a n*gga down with that one Glock
[?] pulled up with heavy metal, this ain't punk rock
[?] never f*cked with the soft, but he pump rocks
[?]
Tried to count up some dog sh*t, my thumbs locked
Beat a b*tch down so hard, I think her cousin heard
You n*ggas in last place, I'm above the first
In the crib, cut a b*tch off, 'cause her oven ain't work
Get my chain from Golden Sun, I love they work

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
My grannie sell pills, and she go to church
I ain't gon' lie, just last week, she sold me syrup
White boy [?] they go berserk
Now I need 2500 for an open verse
You f*cked a broke n*gga, and he stole your perse
I'm mad as hell at my lil cousin, he stole my perks
I ain't trippin, I'ma steal that lil n*gga check on the first
Me and Mike arguing 'bout a pop, so we poured a squert
I can't settle down with a b*tch that's known to twerk
Oh, you got a gun? I remember when you used to j*rk
I smoke weed with my white b*tch, she down to Earth
Please don't play with YSR, you going down in dirt