Beecher Mafia lyrics

[Intro]
(313 Mafia)
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*tch hard)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
If it's smoke in the air, we can't talk about it
n*gga drivin' crazy in the Scat, he got took up out it
Just 'cause you got a gun on you, you won't shoot nobody
Brodie got a big-ass grenade, he finna blew somebody
Oops, I mean blow somebody
n*gga, you probably owe somebody
Forty thousand dollars in his pocket, he don't own a wallet
b*tch, I barely went to school, n*gga, motherf*ck a college
Cuttin' n*ggas off on my side, they can't keep it solid
n*gga, you ain't real, you ain't shinin' with your guys
Hit the gas on it, make that b*tch come alive
Hell yeah, I bang B's and my n*ggas throwin' five
You ain't even gotta ask me, hell yeah, I'ma ride
I'ma slide on that n*gga, why you liеd on your n*ggas?
Cut that n*gga off, he testified on his n*ggas
Show mе three-hundred-somethin' K, damn near cried for my n*gga
Jump out with that K like surprise, young n*gga

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I remember I was broke, I damn near cried to my n*gga
Ridin' 'round on hot wheels, I'm finna ride with my n*gga
Close-range headshot, you see the fire in a n*gga
R.I.P. my n*gga Gabe, feel like I died with my n*gga
Oh, you was my n*gga bunkie, you did time with my n*gga
Kidnap you, I'll throw you in the trunk, I'll drive with a n*gga
Dog hidin' in the crib, I'm finna slide on his n*ggas
Big-ass gun got me walkin' crazy
Flawless grill in my mouth got me talkin' crazy
Big-ass hole on my barrel got it sparkin' crazy
I ain't feed my pitbull in days, got it barkin' crazy
Make Pam get the f*ck out, they say Martin crazy
Oh, you must don't got Apple Music, I be chartin' crazy
First one at the finish line, but I be startin' lazy
I just pulled up in a big body, got me— ah (Damn)
I just pulled up in a big body, got me parkin' crazy
You ain't made no money all year, you been starvin' lately
Oh, you had a car? You must've lost it, you been walkin' lately
You been drinkin' all that bullsh*t lean, got you fartin' crazy
[Verse 3: CBMG Lucho]
Everywhere I go, I be servin' fiends, I be servin' crazy
YSR Gramz got the 'bows, he be rollin' eighthies
Bro walkin' with the micro like he strollin' babies
Got a hundred-somethin' J's, bro, I probably even served your auntie
Like a pair of trick dice, n*gga, I'll do you janky
f*cked around and almost shot my brother 'cause he tried to prank me
I just had to beat my fiend ass 'cause he tried to gank me
I'm in that GXP goin' fast, man, who tryna race me?

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
I got a play for two bands, is you finna take me?
I'm on the east side of Beecher, meet me at Dailey
I just got into it with my b*tch, 'bout to replace her
Let this K off, it's gon' sound like ten M-80s
I'll send your ass to the devil like a Free Mason
Dee Rich pop out with that mask, you think you seen Jason
Coach Carter on the team, I'm a play maker
Hit Cali, then Oregon, I'm a risk taker