Alpo lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a f*ck, my n*ggas slimy
I don't give a f*ck, you n*ggas grimy
Like an ID (Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust sh*t, these n*ggas grimy
I don't give a f*ck, my n*ggas slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them n*ggas see us comin', they don't like them
Them n*ggas know we got the sauce, them n*ggas bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You ain't got no money, you can't buy sh*t
That money turn 'em on like a light switch
I'm tryna find a plug, I need a wide b*tch
Man, I'm tryna find a plug, I'm tryna buy sh*t
My n*gga stay down with me, I'ma ice his neck
Where the plug with them 'bows? I'm tryna spend a check
JE said the road green like that n*gga Shrek
I got a play in GB, he meet me on the West
When a n*gga fell off, ain't nobody catch me
I'm like Jordan in '91, can't nobody check me
Seem like the n*ggas closest to you try to catch you slippin'
My young dog sixteen and got a Smith & Wesson
Everywhere a n*gga go, I gotta keep my weapon
n*ggas speakin' on the dead, them n*ggas disrespectful
n*gga finesse you for them 'bows, he done took your blessing
Don't show these n*ggas sh*t, you gotta keep 'em guessing
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust sh*t, these n*ggas grimy
I don't give a f*ck, my n*ggas slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them n*ggas see us comin', they don't like them
Them n*ggas know we got the sauce, them n*ggas bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic

[Verse 2: Don Perrion]
These handicap broke n*ggas need a fix-up
Some bad b*tches got bad breath, no, we can't hook up
Dusty had all the phones, feel like got the hook-up
The L really slap, I don't say that for nothin'
I ain't took no trip yet, n*gga, I been hustlin'
Pray we make it out the hellhole 'cause the streets muddy
I had to stop the lean, I had a weak stomach
Me and my b*tch had split apart 'cause she was creepin' on me
I dropped that off my mind and they stopped sleepin' on me
Karma realer than a b*tch, I feel it peekin' on me
The whole time I was up, I was still money-hungry
P a bad motherf*cker when that sh*t on him
I'll go ghost and pop back out like Rich Homie
No, you not my slime if you not my daughter or my homie
No, you cannot get no f*ckin' feat if you ain't got no money
Wish I can give y'all sh*t back, the Lord know I'm lyin'
Man, I can't even lie, I really miss robbin'
I'm the only bull in Michigan like Dennis Rodman
Lil' whore threw me a towel when she got done moppin'
When I was f*ckin' on shorty, I swear we was the topic