Talk of the Town lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm from Beecher, throwing big B's, we on bullsh*t
My lil n*gga [?] 16, he got a full clip
I pay 500 for the zip, it won't touch your lip
Catch him out in traffic while he driving, shoot through his whip
I fell off last summer, I ain't trip, but had to get a grip
762's and 223's will f*ck up your hip
Told my n*gga if he ever snitch, I'm cutting off his lips
[?] Steph Curry with the Glock, it coming off his hip

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
f*ck
My clip like 30 something
Went to L.A., I came back with like 30 [?]
[?] never did the video, he bought a verse for nothing
You a b*tch, you scared of everything, you go to church for nothing
5 racks for this winter coat, I bought a fir for [?]
You [?] bag with no money, you got a perse for nothing
[?] speak Spanish, she got a [?] for nothing
All my dawgs, they real solid, just a different breed
Got booked for a walkthrough, I performed for somе extra cheese
You a bumm, you had to f*ck a b*tch for some еxtra [?]
[?] ho, she f*cked the weed man for an extra G
f*cking two hoes with the same name, I gotta an extra [?]
[Verse 3: YSR Bruce]
Walk a n*gga down with this Glock, you know I keep a fully
I'm the same n*gga since high school, b*tch, I've been a bully
I just brought back like 20,000 off some f*cking bullies
50,000 later, cash [?] fully
Flipped the car, then [?] ring me up another rack
Sick as hell, she only 17 and got her head cracked
I just hit the road like three times and made like 50 racks
And if [?] hell, then I'ma tripple back

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
She just f*cked everybody, you tryna nut in that
He try to run off with a bag, ain't none of that
My n*gga ready to knock sh*t down, like lumberjacks
I'm in Cali shopping with the plug, send another load
Quarterbacking with them P's, I just give and go
Got the head from that b*tch, you had to eat that ho
Caught him with them Beecher boys, he 'bout to beat that ho
We finna slide on his block, we just got his [?]

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Yep
Guess what? I'm so Beecher
Remember heating the crib with the stoves, sleeping by the heater
I bring everything in life, I am not no dreamer
[?] for my pop, boy, I don't got no fever
Young dawg [?] but this [?]
He talked to girl for like four days, but I pimp steal
Brodie round this b*tch popping E's, he on his sixth pill
Hit a lick on a n*gga trap, that's a sick steal
[Verse 6: YSR Bruce]
I'll rock a n*gga [?] no [?]
Feel like Mad Max every time when I'm on a drill
Opps tryna beef [?] b*tch, you lil bill
[?] b*tch, you know I got the better deal
9, 10, 11, chrome top, this my mama steal
n*ggas steady making diss songs, b*tch, this sh*t real
[?] some n*ggas up hundred K and never signed a deal
[?]
I can't say that sh*t
One more time