Yung Sak Runners lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I just got four wisdom tooth pulled, n*gga (Ooh, Sav killed it)
And I'm in this b*tch tryna rap, n*gga
What up, Sav?

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Who the f*ck told my lil' brother bring the K in here?
I got the Glock, that n*gga Bruce brung the Drac' in here
I don't like beefin', but motherf*ck it, we could take it there
He think he fresh in that 'fit, that's some basic gear
b*tch can't suck di*k, I know you hate it there
Put my lil' n*ggas on you, they ain't gon' play it fair
Chopper take your hair off, sit in the barber chair
We ain't kill him, only engraved his head, Rasheed Wallace hair

[Verse 2: YSR Bruce & Driveway Baby]
I could teach you boys some sh*t if you sit and listen
Or I could tell you 'bout them trips and flips in the kitchen
Or I could tell you 'bout them late nights in them trenches
But I'll never speak on sh*t and make you my witness
n*ggas out here snitchin', that sh*t bold as hell
How you hit the cell, turn on your dog? Got that man an L
Me and my n*ggas, we too solid, we'll never fold
Damn near beat brodie to death, found out that n*gga told
b*tch, we still on that, b*tch, we still slidin'
Lil' n*gga spoke on Sav, now he still hidin'
Ayy, n*ggas say they slidin', never left the house
Pop up at his crib and let this Drac' rip through his couch
This a one-man mission and I'm not missin' (What up, gang?)
Hundred rounds taped to the K, that's just a day visit
[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
I done got up off my ass, I done made a way
I'm gettin' to it in every way and now they wanna hate
They can talk all they want, I'm steady switchin' states
Flippin' cash, grabbin' bags, b*tch, my life been great
You can pick and choose, you want the glizzies or the Drac'?
Or I can pick, I'ma choose the Mickey with the K
Get a backshot, you'll get Ricky'd where you stay
This fiend in this b*tch gettin' dizzy off the yay
f*ck these hoes, I'm only focused on the mission
I was f*cked up, now I got a heavy transmission
I be flyin' in the hemi, V8 in the engine
Try some bullsh*t, I bet somebody end up missin'
On that road, know it really get risky
But at the same time, it can really get litty

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Naw, I'm finna chase a n*gga down like Russell West'
I just made twelve hundred dollars, I ain't break a sweat
I'll put my gun down and put you on your neck
Boy, that's some fake Hi-Tech, n*gga, what the heck?
In high school baggin' grams up on the desk
Drop fifty by myself like I play for the Nets

[Verse 5: YSR Bruce]
Poppin' out with this K, sh*t, I'm finna lose
Drac' left a n*gga leanin', Glock left him clueless
Just caught an opp danglin' heavy, man, this n*gga stupid
I was mad at hell at Quavis, he ain't let me shoot him
Yeah, long live Sav
Yeah, Yung Sak Runner