Wake Up lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Jay go brazy
YSR sh*t (Ay this that one right here)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Er-er-everytime I wake up, I make a thousand
I keep my n*gga with me, Nick Cannon, he be wylin
Give a n*gga free shots if a n*gga ever foul me
Put a hole in that n*gga, left him looking like an olive
Me and Kasher in this b*tch, we brought two choppas
You wanna hear me on your song, I need two thousand
A n*gga play with us, we gone give that n*gga two options
Give his ass a headshot, Biggie Smalls, who shot you

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech with YSR
And I'm in the studio crispy off YSL
I heard it cost five hundred dollars, he can't pay his bail
This a Moncler, I heard you still wear Pelle Pelle
I'm talking to my vendor right now on Telegram
How the f*ck is your wood fat, and you rolled a gram
My cousin never paid me, so I'm finna roll my fam
I'm in the strip club throwing ones, eating lamb

[Verse 3: Krispylife Kidd]
(Krispylife)
Gramz, Quon kid, this what the people wanted
I don't f*ck with these rap n*gga's, ain't no sugar coating
Dropped Story Of A Young Goat, yeah I been rolling
I do not f*ck these n*gga's b*tches, okay, I'm trolling
Four fifty for a Mabel jean fit, five bands all blues
I know your broke ass ain't seen this
I ain't really bragging cause, this ain't no dog sh*t
I'm pretty sure that's what your broke ass would call this
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
I met some bad freaky b*tches, I'm finna call Kidd
You ain't got no pape, you be smelling like some dog sh*t
Brodie clutch with that stick, he like Paul Pierce
Bro, you ain't probably made a band, all year

[Verse 5: Kasher Quon]
Just caught one of my opps at the store getting a tall beer
I'm sick dog came Budweiser
I'm finna spark up a backwood with a Bic lighter
My b*tch caught me cheating and she bust all four tires

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Driveway called, they just hit Fort Meyers
I don't trust n*gga's, n*gga's singing like the church choir
You could give me twelve hundred, I'm your ghost writer
I'll drop fifty on your Scat, now it's a lowrider

[Verse 7: Kasher Quon]
Told my n*gga Kidd "turn me up in the headphones"
I just shot a n*gga, now his name on a tombstone
Yo b*tch running around the crib naked in a thong
I had to break up with my last b*tch, we ain't get along

[Verse 8: Krispylife Kidd]
I can get head in the car, you can't get fifty out that b*tch
Took a shot of Henny, now I'm on fully in this b*tch
Snuck my Glock in the club, I'm the bully in this b*tch
Chop sparked girl like Habachi, now you Sushi in this b*tch
I'm in a rush, I gotta go, this a fast break
Left her on her knee's, hoe was sick with the sad face
Tied dog up, used his cheek as an ashtray
I keep-I keep f*cking up, brodie, this my last take
I'll smoke you for stealing sauce, somebody tag Drake
Slide through Toronto, b*tch, It'd be a sad day
[Outro: YSR Gramz]
Haha, and do the kawaii laugh