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[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ayy

[Verse: YSR Gramz]
I'm in the booth right now, I'm finna drop grease
Lil' dog got his ass popped, thought sh*t was sweet
Zack said we performin' at Rolling Loud, I was so geeked
You talkin' down on me, put you on a tee
You in my DM askin' for a feature, it's a fee
You ain't from the hood, n*gga, you a wannabe
A n*gga try me, we gon' put him on TMZ
When I was young, I wanted to be on BET
I'm still that same hood n*gga use EBT
b*tch say she got good brain, that's GED
I'm mad as hell in Miami, I can't find no weed
You mad as hell at home, you ain't got no cheese
If I was f*cked up, I would've robbed you for your EDD
2014, I was broke sellin' CDs
Got a stick in my Glock, it look like a Wii
I be mad at my lil' bro 'cause he poppin' V's
The fans wanna hear me on a song with that n*gga Veeze
I just caught two planes, I ain't еven went to sleep
I just caught me a play ovеr on the East
This weed I'm smokin' on, it smell like feet
I can run up a cool fifty in a f*ckin' week
Gettin' tired of the RT, I think I want a Jeep
I'm on some chill-ass sh*t, I got on Purple jeans
Wayne got on Off-White, we just doin' things
I'm tryna stay up all night, I ain't drinkin' lean
You just sittin' on the bench, n*gga, you ain't in the league
Ridin' in a Maybach, but I ain't MMG
You know we got them glizzies on us, n*gga, we ain't from DC
You tryna make some instant cash? You got a TD?
I know some n*ggas from Chicago, they BD
I got some cousins down South, they GD
I only like hoodrat b*tches named KiKi
I ain't gon' lie, I like skinny and thick hoes
I hate a broke b*tch, where the rich hoes?
When you see us pull up in that 'Cat, we ain't rent those
Oh, you ain't think I was gon' throw it back? n*gga, six-four
Oh, you don't grind every day, n*gga? What, you rich, bro?
She in this b*tch gettin' loose, that's your b*tch, bro?
These n*ggas out here bold, they'll break the code (It's a Wayne beat)
If I ain't got my gun on my hip, I'll break your nose (Primo Beats on the track)
I can't bring you around my n*ggas, they'll take your pole
That Glock a freak b*tch, n*gga, it'll take your soul