1030 Lebeau St lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
I ain't gon' lie, Baby
YSR sh*t

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
b*tch, I ran through a lot of grams last week
Steady runnin' up this money like a track meet
Tell your best friend come over, get her back beat
This n*gga think sh*t sweet, he got bad teeth
I don't like the way this b*tch look, she got acne
And she don't ever have no money and she ratchet
Before I got a good grade, I got a package
Middle school and high school beatin' n*ggas, I been active
Everywhere I go, I got a fan with me
Ready to blow one of you n*ggas, put your hands on me
I ain't even gotta do it, but put my mans on you
A lot of these n*ggas livin' suite like Zack and Cody
I used to eat ramen and raviolis
I used to still serve out the cabinet and drink with brodie
You ain't drinkin' on no lean, a n*gga served you Motrin
n*gga think he really from the streets, 'cause he slept with roaches
If I hit you with a bag, it take all day
P just walked in this b*tch with a small K
When you slide on them boys, shoot all face
I'm finna take 5 bowls to a small state
[Verse 2: YSR Pitt]
My group full of singers, we got all Drac's
I buy some pizza at the room, that's a small date
We shoot the crib up, that n*gga needin' Allstate
Throw that n*gga to one of Quavis' bullets, he a small bait
Chased him down in some retros, f*cked up my J's
b*tch cheated on me with my daddy, f*cked up my wave
Sleepin' on the bed with no do-rag, f*cked up my waves
Shot him and his twin brother, popped Marlon Wayans
I told her take her panties off, we finna to run a train
That n*gga got to grabbin' on his gun, we got to bussin' K's
She keep callin' her n*gga while I'm here, I'm thinkin' somethin' strange
'Cause I f*ck her everyday, she thinkin' she my main
That n*gga old as hell, still grindin', think he Louie Ray
Thought that I was finna hit her pus*y, she had the booty face
Was sellin' $5 grams in my student days
Want some barbecue, I think I'm finna go to Famous Dave's
She think I'm gettin' horny, I just wanna f*ck
n*gga gettin' drunk all day, he livin' life like clutch
Bro ran the football back, he think he Reggie Bush
We smokin' top chef, you just smokin' kush