4 Gramz To Face lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
8-D

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
4 grams to the face, n*gga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the f*ckin' navy
You broke as hell, n*gga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me
4 grams to the face, n*gga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the f*ckin' navy
You broke as hell, n*gga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You don't hear me rappin' with these n*ggas, 'cause they got to pay me
It ain't Runts, but I'll charge you $50 for this eighthy
Lebeau Street slap, down the street from Dailey
Catch a n*gga slippin', GTA, man, that n*gga wasted
Give a n*gga red tips, like a f*ckin' waitress
I'm gettin' off with these raps, and these n*ggas hate it
n*ggas shootin' with their eyes closed, your victim made it
You had a baby while broke, you should've waited
Told my n*gga, "Shoot that lil n*gga", I'm the instigator
You a fool for cuffin' her, you a April baby
I'll sell 30 somethin' P's, out my grandma basement
If I want what you got, Dee Rich gon take it
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
4 grams to the face, n*gga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the f*ckin' navy
You broke as hell, n*gga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me
4 grams to the face, n*gga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the f*ckin' navy
You broke as hell, n*gga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me

[Verse 2: Eightball Tank]
Man, what's good YSR?
Bro just left Memphis with them bowls, n*gga, no iHeart
Think that b*tch loyal, but I beat, n*gga, no 5 hearts
Lil n*gga, you ain't cut, you ain't got no scars
Told bro, "Put a punch on me", but I ain't tryna spar
Why you got a gun with no opps, n*gga, who your target?
Funny how I knock the plug out, I slid in the Charger
Have my b*tch in your yard sprayin', no Mrs. Parker
Unc got some puppies for the low, but you won't hear 'em barkin'
Roll up a n*gga, then smoke him, guess I just cigar'd him
Lil b*tch got some miles on her, but ain't got no starter
n*gga hit that web and turn though, like Peter Parker
Quavis said he got them bowls in, but he ain't no Entrée
AR-15 shape his 'fro, but I ain't no barber
Got his ass beat at Flint school, so he went to Carman
Then he got his ass beat there, and went to Linden Charter
Everything I f*ckin' drop fire, should charged for arson
Beam on the .40 goin' dead, bro, who got a charger?
Drop your location or be quiet, I don't like to argue
Got my foot on these n*ggas neck, they some walkin' carpets
I be by myself all the time, but the Glock my partner
Talk crazy, I'm comin' for your dawg, turn him to a carcass
Lost all my n*ggas back-to-back, that sh*t made me heartless
Lil n*gga better not take it there, or I'ma take it farther