[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I'm on a n— yeah, bitch (Nito, what up, my n***a?)
YSR, n***a, Yung Sak Runner shit
YSR
Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
YSR, Yung Sak Runner shit, free the gang, n***a
Ah (Nito)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm on a ninety-day grind, fuck shoppin' at Neiman's (Fuck shoppin')
I'm in a fuckin' Hellcat, but I'm ridin' with demons (I'm ridin' in Demons)
We know we popped that n***a up 'cause we heard him screamin' (Heard him screamin')
Soon as we leave the O, then we goin' to Phoenix (Goin' to Phoenix)
Why the fuck you wife that bitch? She be eatin' semen (She be eatin' dick)
If she a real-ass bitch, she get еvery semen (Shе get every one)
A n***a play, he gettin' killed, send his ass to Jesus (Sent his ass to Jesus)
That money got me gettin' fat like that n***a P (Shit)
I'm a motherfuckin' trapper like that n***a Jeezy (I'm a trapper)
You better take that gun from him, he ain't even squeeze it (Mm)
You know a n***a had it hard, but I made it look easy (Made it look easy)
Shootin' dice in a basement with lil' Beezy (Shit)
She a fool with that head, she a headhunter (She a headhunter)
I'll never tell on gang, I am not no Gunna (I am not Gunna)
You ain't tough, lil' n***a, you just a store runner (You's a store runner)
If the police catch you up, you better not say nothin' (You better not say shit)
[Verse 2: Dope Donny]
Get that bag, that's that blueprint
I can't hang with no new n***as 'cause they too sketch (Nah)
Lately, I been makin' all the calls, I'm the new ref (What?)
Trap Talk music make a n***a wanna two-step
Had to slow it down, I ain't tryna catch a fed case
N***a walk around with all that money, call it dead weight
Beam on a pole turn a n***a to a redface (Boom-boom-boom)
Bitch, I'm in love with the money, [?]
Taxin' for the Wock' in the north, had to hit the south (Hit the south)
'Member all them bitches tried to play me like a slouch (Woo)
Know they want a n***a, she can't even buy a couch (Woo)
One pair of kicks can pay the rent up on your house, ayy
Charger in the [?], I'm in traffic with the Bimmer (The Bimmer)
N***a tried to run down, I shot him in his femur (Ooh)
Boss a bitch up, I done turned her to a creamer (Woo)
Hit her from the back and I'ma stuff her like a zinger (Nito)

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
We OT, I think my bitch irritated, I ain't bring her
Put my phone on do not disturb and turned off the ringer
It be drama, got bitches fightin', feel like Jerry Springer
Couldn't tell if the drank was real, I threw it in the freezer
Police come around askin' questions, act like I just caught amnesia
Gotta be plugged in with me if I look out for a feature
Givin' lessons how to grind hard, I'm consultin', I'm the teacher
[?], repent for my sins, my old fiend was a preacher
I been searchin' for a new plug anywhere to get it cheaper
You don't see it on me, then it's close, it's probably meant for me to leave it
N***a play, I'ma leave his brains on the cement
The reason I ain't got no kids, bitches always swallow semen
Lookin' at me in my eyes while she suck it, she a demon
Anything that come out my mouth I either did or I seen it
I'll throw all this shit away over my family and I mean it
N***as D-I-E, fuck tit-for-tat or gettin' even (Yeah, come on, Bankroll)
[Verse 4: Bankroll Dilu]
Six months straight stackin' up, I'm finna touch a ticket (Right now)
How you slap the bag out and you ain't got no ticket? (Yeah)
Stay down and stack my shit up and then come through trippin' (Come on)
If you don't got no bag, bitch, better keep your distance (Bitch)
And if we get the drop, bitch, then we finna squeeze it (Fah-fah-fah)
We don't do no rentin', I don't need no rooms, bitch, I'm finna use the kitchen (Yeah)
And I could spent your stash, bitch, and it ain't make a dent (Come on)
I'm in the booth with a double cup, bitch, this shit cost your rent (Right now)
I hit the mall with racks on me, this shit gettin' spent (Bitch)
Drop on an opp, best believe this shit gettin' spinned (Pop-pop-pop)
I got a mini Drac' in the booth with me, this bitch cost a bid (Right now)
And I'ma see this shit through, I'm talkin' start to end (Come on)
Why you got a Glock on your hip and ain't poppin' shit? (Baow-baow-baow)
I got 7.62s in the Drac', this bitch stop a whip (Come on)
Please don't hit my phone, bitch, if you ain't coppin' shit (Yeah)
And if you really gettin' pape', you gotta drop a kit (Come on)
I see the main ones tryna talk down ain't got a pot to piss
And I'm a star in real life, ain't gotta take no pic
Bitch, come on, Bankroll