Top 5 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Top five scammers of all time, you gotta mention Driveway
n*gga, you ain't really in the streets, you only in the driveway
Roll the window and slide, hold the chop sideways
You can put that 'Wood out, I got a f*ckin' migraine

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Been poor as f*ck, n*gga, since you had Myspace
I just got some chips and two bands quick at Rite Aid
When it come to gettin' bands, I do this sh*t my way
I can get it home, I ain't gotta hit no highway

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gotta hit the road either
I can go to Colorado, forward the mail 'cause the 'bows cheaper
Your b*tch suck good di*k, she the soul keeper
Don't make me call Lil P, he the soul sweeper

[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
Hatin'-ass city, man, these n*ggas rooty-poo
n*gga, I don't want your b*tch, man, she look like Scooby Doo
Sold a 'bow of fake Runtz, charged a n*gga thirty-two
I done ran so many bands up, ain't even twenty-two
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Man, I ran through a lot of 'bows when I was twenty-two
Sold the same n*gga fake Runtz, it was rooty-poo
Naw, I lied, I told the n*gga it was Superglue
You got a fanny pack on, you a kangaroo
n*gga want a verse from Driveway, he gotta pay me too
Kill a rap n*gga for sneak dissin', think he Lil Snupe
b*tch can't get sh*t after I f*ck, she can get the boot
Don't want no dubs in this roll, I want all blues

[Verse 6: Driveway Baby]
I done ran so many racks up on the interstate
I just took a cold-ass b*tch on dinner date
Benihana, trio sixty dollars, this a different plate
On tether for some months, so you know it's f*ck the jakes
And these n*ggas envy when a young n*gga gettin' cake
That's why I don't trust these n*ggas, I know n*ggas snakes
Only trust yourself in this b*tch 'cause these n*ggas fake
You'll have to smoke your own n*gga with a f*ckin' Drac'

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Bust a whole 'bow down, even sold the shake
I'm 'bout to slide on they block like I'm on roller skates
Flint really f*cked up, he done stoled your plate
Fell asleep off the green lean, bro done poured an eight
[Verse 8: Driveway Baby]
Worry about another n*gga, all you n*ggas fags
And I'm in the newest sh*t, I forgot to pop the tag
I'ma bust on this b*tch face, give her ass a rag
I'm gettin' tired of the semi, think I want a f*ckin' Jag'

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
Driveway, you did it again, you just blew some money
You bought another f*ckin' dog, yeah, that b*tch is ugly
If you jump me, then we killin' six of your cousins
She told her pops I beat her ass, no, I wasn't
Wait, maybe I did, but I was buzzin'
I don't give a f*ck what I did, please just don't mug me
Nicknamed the 40 pedophile the way it touch him
Give that pus*y a pad the way I left 'em bloody
Quavis tellin' me to chill 'cause I keep on muggin'
I just popped me a Perc', give a f*ck about nothin'
Quavis said I can't go no more 'cause I be tripped out
In a minute, they gon' stop lettin' me dip out
Everywhere I go, LDG got his stick out
Slap a fifty on this b*tch, how could I miss now?
Slap a fifty on this b*tch, how could I miss now?
I don't give a f*ck about your crew, n*gga, f*ck your clan
Pass me a Perc', b*tch, I don't want no Xan'
Drums on every team, feelin' like Making a Band
You really risked your life on the road for a band?
That n*gga threw his gun on you? Huh, that is not your mans
You better do life and say, "f*ck them kids"
If it was my b*tch, I would've popped that n*gga Fizz