Dragon Ball Z lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Why would you play with me?
A n*gga play with gang, he gon' D-I-E
We got Glocks too, n*gga, ain't sh*t sweet
A n*gga want a verse, he gotta pay a fee

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ooh, this a dragonfly
n*gga thought I was gon' slide, I was passing by
I just rode past his crib, but I'll be back tonight
n*gga died sippin' purple, he wasn't actin' right

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
He can't get no f*ckin' money 'cause he gettin' high
n*gga, you really broke, you just gettin' by
Bro so high off the Percs, he could touch the sky
If I get touched the wrong way, somebody gon' die

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Ayy, I just met a new custo', look like Jackie Chan
Walkin' down the street with K's, look like Pakistan
n*gga never had no money, he can't stack a band
n*gga can't achieve his goals 'cause he ain't make a plan
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
n*gga better not move wrong, better not raise his hand
Bro'll come through blowin' sh*t, but he ain't no fan
Big bullets in this Glock 30, b*tches look like cans
n*ggas got three bands of twenties, make it look like bands

[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Ayy, I just stepped on the— uh, made it look like sand
Bro just pressed up some fake pills, made it look like Xans
n*ggas don't fight no more, must ain't got no hands
Told Keisha I don't wanna f*ck if I can't f*ck her twin

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
And I don't wanna be friends if we can't make no bread
I don't even wanna f*ck the b*tch if I can't get no head
Suppressor on the front of the AR, that b*tch look like a peg
Brodie head really f*cked up, he gotta take his meds

[Verse 8: YN Jay]
He need an SSI check, he can't make no pape'
But I keep him with me, jump stupid, he'll break your face
I ain't in a race with nobody, but I'll take your place
I'll post up on your block, I'll take your play

[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
You would think the bullets bath salt how they ate his face
This Flint sh*t really rough as hell, he'll take your plate
Why would you get that b*tch pregnant? You ain't got no taste
Dog over here goin' through it 'cause he ain't got no drank
[Verse 10: YN Jay]
I don't want no cornbread if that sh*t ain't Jiffy
n*gga tried to throw a shot, it came back like frisbee
In the club breast checkin' b*tches, let me see them thitties