Heard Of You lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you
n*gga want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n*gga, we be servin' you
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
I f*cked up some bands, but I ain't mad at myself
Wash my hands with these n*ggas 'cause they bad for my health
JE drop red-tinted like a devil when he stare
Bet nan' n*gga try to snatch sh*t or we sprayin'
Can't regret sh*t when it's envy in the air
Stayin' in my hood, it's like we playin' truth or dare
But these chopsticks got different woods than a chair
Nine times out of ten, I hit a b*tch, I'm pullin' hair
Head so f*cked up, I call TA, but he ain't there
Don't talk about no tears, I left a puddle on the steps
I need to see my granny, man, it hurt me when she stressed
Ain't had to learn to be real, that sh*t was in my flesh
Baby, I'm a dog, but nothin' like DMX
Get the head from a bad b*tch and don't stretch
And if she got a real pretty face, then make a mess
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you
n*gga want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n*gga, we be servin' you
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
b*tch, we givin' out jobs, bring a suit and a tie
No, this ain't no carnival, still get your pickle fried
They need to free Dee Rich, mister stick-up guy
If you ain't strapped when we hit, you better duck and hide
You get hit with this b*tch, n*gga, don't fight it
These n*ggas now ain't better than a b*tch with a hundred bodies

[Verse 3]
I'm finna ball on you n*ggas, this the tipoff
You n*ggas down bad on your knuckles, can't get a zip off
All a n*gga know is to hustle, feel like Rick Ross
And I got some demons with me, don't get picked off
LDG and P in the bushes, knock your sh*t off
I swear I'm done playin' with n*ggas, I'm gettin' p*ssed off
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Smokin' loud in the whip make it hard to hear
Draco got so much kick, it'll drop a deer
I been leanin', hell nah, I don't drink no beer
I don't listen to these Flint rappers, I don't got no ears
Only fear God, n*gga, I ain't got no fears
I'll sell you my rap career, come buy my lyrics
She done took my soul from me, I ain't got no spirit
Put a potato on the barrel, you is not gon' hear it

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back and shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you
n*gga want some beef with one of us, then we swervin' through
You ain't the plug, lil' n*gga, we be servin' you
Who the f*ck is you? Nobody heard of you
Bronem step back, shoot sh*t like Steph Curry do
I just want the neck, lil' b*tch, then I'm curvin' you