Whisper Man lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
Oh, we gon do it like that?
Okay
Damn
I think his, alright

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
n*gga slid down but he ain't shoot, I think his pistol jammed
I been the sh*t since I was young, I need some tissue, man
n*ggas talkin' crazy to my bro, like what's the issue man?
Like if I leave you dead right here right now, is they gon' miss you man?
You do not got no bag, you the middle man
Hit you 'cross your head with this bottle, I'll split your head
.223's hit your body, you in the 'spital, man
Real Beecher n*gga throwin' five, I'm the Nickel Man
I'll get to whisperin' to your b*tch, I'm the Whisper Man
I be ducked off in the woods with no signal, man
I'll get to touchin' on your body, I'm the Tickle Man
When I step out I shine bright, like a crystal man
Thirteen M's in four months, I'm official, man
Same people actin' like they with you, they gon diss you, man
Damn
Damn

[Interlude: YSR Gramz]
I ain't even wanna talk on this part, this b*tch so hard
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Started gettin' money, I don't know who the f*ck to trust
I remember sleepin' on the couch, we was f*cked up
I remember when we lost Gabe, I cried a hundred days
The streets really f*cked up, put a hundred rounds on every K
I'm finna have a son, so hell yeah I wrote a song about it
Chatty ass n*gga broke as hell, he can't afford exotics
Rap check was twenty-five thousand, I bought more exotics
I remember wearin' the same shoes, now I rock designer
We'll wet your whole block up, like thundershowers
This n*gga Jay got so many b*tches, he Austin Powers
Walk a n*gga down with this K, I'm Michael Myers
I just bought so many bowls, I'm tryna find some buyers
You need to throw your whole bag, it's not gettin' me higher
Me and YN Jay just set the whole booth on fire
I don't like to listen to rappers, these n*ggas lyin'
I just rolled a hundred woods, I think a n*gga flyin'
A n*gga touch this chain on my neck, then a n*gga dyin'
I'm tryna make a whole lotta money, like that n*gga Ron
You can really make a hundred mil', n*gga you ain't tryin'
I don't even wanna hit your pus*y, b*tch, you ain't fine