Section lyrics

[Intro]
Enrgy made this one
Yo
Yo, [?], huh
Yeah I'm really one of them members
You already know n*gga
Beat your boy's sh*t

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Aye, I'm the littest n*gga out my section
A n*gga sneeze wrong around the guys, n*gga, I'm gon' stretch him
Told my n*gga run his money up, and he bettin' I blessed him
I'm smoking Pluto right now, I just like the texture
I'm smoking Pluto right now, yeah, that sh*t fresh
My n*gga in the lab with that [?] just like Dexter
I need a couple lines of that Wock, please bring the measure
Funny ass n*gga, we should call you Cedric
Told that b*tch don't call my phone, please just text me
The chopstick got a kick like that n*gga Kevin
Backwood to capacity, I just rolled a seven
Beat a n*gga ass in front of his mama, like that n*gga Melvin
You can tell it's some Zaza, n*gga, when you smell it
A n*gga tried one of my n*ggas, sent him up to Heaven
When I lost that bag to the air, I was like damn it
I spent my last two thousand on that sh*t
I was broke as hell, spent my last just to catch that sh*t
I don't wanna [?], but when I do, I'ma cash that sh*t
Gave my lil cousin a Glock 9 and told him blast that b*tch
Soon as he pop one of his opps, I'ma stash that sh*t
If the cops get behind us, b*tch, stash that sh*t
I'ma tumble on the block I glass your sh*t
Two seven six and two whip, make you crash your sh*t
Oh, you don't wanna use your Glock? n*gga, let me blast your sh*t
I'm an ugly black n*gga, I'll still bag your b*tch
That ain't your money you be posting, who cash is it?
All that weed you be posting, who bags is it?
You're mad 'cause I'm posted in the hood with Cash and them
Treat a bad b*tch like a sl*t, I be dragging them
Everytime a n*gga sneak diss, I be asking them
Don't ask me 'bout no rappers, I ain't rapping with them
He ain't one of mine's, if I ain't never ever trap with him
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
n*gga diss me and I feelin' them smack em'
Next n*gga diss me, and I feelin' them smack em' n pop
Then walking in the kitchen, in my [?]
Okay, [?] bullsh*t, okay, alright, okay
The next n*gga diss me, and I feelin' them smack em', n pop
And then walk in my kitchen, grab the toast out the cabnit (Okay)
You know the key to cooking work is don't expand (Nope)
First, you gotta lock your hood down, then expand it (And then)
These n*ggas bums, and they leading by example
If I want a n*gga dead, it's like me blowing out a candle
When I'm fired up, they know I'm hard to handle (Yeah)
Get shootin' first, how you make it hard to scramble (Bop, bop)
Been out here, n*ggas know I'm not a random (Nope)
They ain't where they wanna be, that's why they throwin' tantrems
So many hoes on my head, tryna shake them like it's dandrif
Coochie Man was putting Gucci on the 'Gram, they tryna bann him (f*ck)
They see me lit, that's why they call me handsome
I keep a book bag full of money, like a ransom
The back of the Lac, that I drive look like a Phantom (Ah, for real)
Trunk deep, you could ask 'em
n*ggas hate to see me with the pape, couldn't have none (Nope)
So much money off the rap, look like a bag one
Had a full cup of drank for this verse, now I ain't have none
[?] one drink [?] (f*ck)