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[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
Did he really make this?

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Damn, it's like five in the morning
I made five in my sleep, you n*ggas still yawning
Been done shot this b*tch up while a n*gga performing
We finna hit California, then we goin' to Georgia
I kept that big b*tch ridin' with me like that n*gga Norbit
I'll leave holes in your body size of a quarter
High as hell in this b*tch, bro, where is the water?
Bro swiped in every damn state, he go across the border
A n*gga diss me, I ain't Biggie, ain't givin' out warnings
I ain't pay my ticket in Ohio, they gave me a warrant
Twenty-three in this clip, I call this b*tch Jordan
Bro put his b*tch out the stu' 'cause the b*tch was boring
Told her shut the f*ck up while a n*gga recording
I got a drive-thru on my block, we'll take your order
I made fifty thousand on this block, I feel like Rich Porter
She just sucked me and f*cked bro, man, this b*tch horrible
So many diamonds in my chain, man, them b*tches adorable
I know you got a lil' money, well, b*tch, I got more than you
You cannot take one pill, take more than two
I just hit this b*tch at 8 AM, this my morning boo
Police really tryna ask me questions, I don't have a clue
This n*gga Kidd mad as hell 'cause he ain't got no juice
This FN stuck to me like it played in glue
A n*gga play with my n*ggas, we gon' rain on you, drrt
[Interlude: YSR Gramz & Detwan Love]
Drrt, drrt, drrt
Like (Yeah)
Drrt, drrt (Slatt), drrt
b*tch (Okay)

[Verse 2: Detwan Love]
Okay, my n*gga out here— yeah
Okay, my n*gga out here f*ckin' all these hoes and they don't know he bold
I caught a case with a n*gga, it's f*cked up he told
I ran out of bullets, so I hit him with the back of the stapler
You'd probably change on your n*ggas for some lil' paper
I ain't worried 'bout no n*gga who be smokin' vapors
My b*tch told me to try somethin' new, I think I'm finna rape her
Choke my b*tch up in Walmart like The Undertaker
I'll run off with a bag, I'm a risk-taker

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Yeah, I'm a risk-taker)
Went to the opp funeral and ate three plates
Your b*tch make Ro-Tel, at mine, she just cook steak
I ain't no handyman, but I'm finna pain
I ain't gon' lie, these the same drawers I had on yesterday
Made 20K in these, I ain't tryna change
I'm shinin' like a star 'cause I got on all kinda chains
Ham me? That's like lettin' anybody do my braids
Snuck a knife in the club, yeah, I think I'm Blade
In the club with a knife, yeah, I'm just like Blade
Them glasses don't fit your sh*t, boy, them not your shades
Better not put sh*t on Gabe 'cause you is not with gang
Don't say sh*t to me or we tearin' the club up
My n*ggas with me play dumb, they don't know no stuff
I know n*ggas like you, you a ham, you some lunch
n*gga tried to rush me and I f*cked around and got him punched
[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ahh
Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass
Dumbass, dumbass
Ahh, dumbass