Draymond Green lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
My young n*ggas ready to turn a f*ck n*gga to rapper weed
I ain't tryna hear a n*gga rap, he gon' cap to me
He ain't even my motherf*ckin' son, they tryna act like me
I got a bunch of n*ggas OT tryna rap like me

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
They tryna copy everything I do, they tryna act like E
You better come pape' in hand, b*tch, I don't rap for free
I gotta watch my head, got drunk as hell and almost cracked a freak
On the Eastside with my D n*ggas gettin' Scats for cheap

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
You know I'm finna let this b*tch blow if I rack my heat
You know I live a bag life, that's why I rap with Tee
A n*gga make a rap song 'bout me, I'm snatchin' out his teeth
He heard a Beecher n*gga f*cked his b*tch, he smackin' on his freak
I'll blow a n*gga's sh*t out like I'm Draymond Green
You and your n*ggas ain't never won sh*t, you on an ass team
This weed I put up in this Backwood smell like bad feet
Driveway just hit for twenty bands, that was last week

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
And my other n*ggas came back with a thirty, so that's fifty total
Me and Gramz cookin' in the stu', we got the kitchen open
We let you lil' n*ggas have a run, now the kitchen closed
Be serious, he ain't really gon' blow that heat, he got a pistol holster
On MLK, walkin' to the store, I got my pistol showin'
This RTA, you can't afford this sh*t, I'm havin' different motion
My lil' n*gga couldn't aim the Drac', I had to lift it for him
I just got off the phone with the labels, they had a thick proposal
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Crash dummy-ass lil' n*gga, I got a lick to show you
Long live my n*gga Skino, I'ma get rich for you
They ain't tryna let us in the club, we got sticks on us
Was f*cked up, started sh*t talkin', then got rich on 'em
He talkin' 'bout he don't f*ck with gang, up blick on him
Fresh as hell with my Bapes on, not Rick Owens
I'm a Sak Runner, I'll sh*t on your big homie
Lil'-ass bag, he only got like a zip on him

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
n*gga, how you tryna make some pros off a zip?
Flint b*tches easy, you can get some hoes off a fifth
40 bullets built like Peezy, catch an opp dozin' off the Trish
Catch a n*gga clockin' into work and blow him off the shift
n*gga, I'ma act how I wanna act, I don't care who like me
I bought a Glock for a reason, n*gga, who fightin'?
Man, that n*gga hate my music, but his boo like me
Leave him on the ground, his back in blood like he Pooh Shiesty

[Outro]
n*gga
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce