East Lebeau St lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Aight (A on the track, boy)
Wop

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm an East Lebeau n*gga, that's where I came up
n*gga, if I get a hundred M's, I ain't gon' change up
If you ain't throwin' big B's, then you can't hang with us
I don't give a f*ck, you got some money, you still lame as f*ck
n*gga think he f*ckin' with me, he smokin' angel dust
I don't like to bring my lil' n*ggas outside 'cause they be dangerous
It only take one call to make you famous
One Backwood and it's an eighthy
Big bag on me, lil' n*gga, b*tch, I'm Santa
We gon' light a n*gga up like a candle
I made twelve hundred the other day, thanks, Amanda
It wasn't Runtz in that bag, I scammed him

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
Fake friends ain't sh*t but a new enemy
Play with me and you gon' get did, John F. Kennedy
Meekio my blood brother like he kin to me
That lil' b*tch ain't my ho, but she finna be
That K go off, n*ggas get legs like a centipede
I'm tryna get a Maybach like I'm MMG
Wipe a n*gga nose quick with this M&P
I know a n*gga that'll drop a whole hundred for me
I done made a couple loose bands with my n*gga P
Sold every play for two hundred, get a hundred a piece
You n*ggas know LDG like who runnin' from beef?
You shouldn't have went OT for that, I made that on our street
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
b*tch, I made twenty bands on Lebeau Street
I gotta go to Cali, need a pound of that Do-Si
b*tch, I'm really plugged in, shout out Joeski
I let my lil' brother hold it down while I'm OT
I got big bucks, don't give a f*ck about your homie, n*gga
Stop tellin' people you know me, you don't know me, n*gga
Ain't no gas in them packs, b*tch, we know the difference
n*ggas still ain't slide for they bro and they know who did it