[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yung Sak Runner
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
Hour drive to the D, I'm finna hit OSS
I got a play in the A out in Bouldercrest (Out in Bouldercrest)
It's fucked up, he got a fake chain on his chest (He got a what?)
The Glock just took they big homie, they be playin' chess (Frrah)
Everybody eat with me, we be playin' fetch (We pits)
I had True Religion on, I never weared Mexx (I never weared those)
They gon' hit you in your head, you better wear a vest
I'ma tax for this shit, don't ask me to bless (Don't ask)
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm in a suite with a bad bitch, finna make a mess (Finna make a mess)
He a fool in the kitchen, don't know how to make it stretch (Don't know how to make it stretch)
We can go band for band, nigga, you wanna make a bet?
I can go spend a lil' ten 'cause I can make it back (Niggas can't do that)
For my niggas hittin' the road, I pray they make it back (Pray they make it back)
I know a nigga made a hundred off of fake rap (I know a nigga)
I know a nigga made a hundred off Dormin pack (I know a nigga)
Niggas ain't gettin' money no more, bring Trump back (Bring Trump back)
I'm tired of all this fake shit, bring real drank back (Real drank)
You don't got pull in your city, where your rank at? (Niggas ain't got a rank)
Tryna make some money, baby girl, where you bank at? (Where you bank at?)
Old broke-ass nigga, we gon' hit you in your wave cap (Bum ass)
I'm finna drop another mixtape, I'm finna save rap
How the fuck is you a real nigga and you hang with rats? (Niggas hang with rats)
You wanna know how to get money? You gotta grind and stack
Lil' bro lost thirty to the feds, but he grindin' back (Bro gettin' back)
Lil' bro ridin' around with a K tryna catch a hat (Fap)
That nigga ran with his gun, he a scaredy-cat (Fap, fap)
Give me three months, I'm spendin' thirty like, where Gary at? (Where Gary at?)
I'm finna buy guns for the block, where Lil Perry at? (Perry at?)
A bitch said YSR broke, I said, "Never that" (Never that)
[Chorus: YSR Gramz & Paid Red]
Hour drive to the D, I'm finna hit OSS (Finna hit OSS)
I got a play in the A out in Bouldercrest (Out in Bouldercrest)
It's fucked up, he got a fake chain on his chest (Fake chain)
The Glock just took they big homie, they be playin' chess (Fap, fap)
Everybody eat with me, we be playin' fetch (Playin' fetch)
I had True Religion on, I never weared Mexx (I never weared those)
They gon' hit you in your head, you better wear a vest (Fap, fap)
I'ma tax for this shit, don't ask me to bless (Tax 'em, yeah)
[Verse 2: Paid Red]
Cut it with the NyQuil, told him it's lean
Had him dozin' asleep, I done sold him a dream
Twenty-four pounds of weed, I be rollin' for weeks
Hundred-thirty blunts, blowin' elbows like I sneeze
Valentine's Day, shawty wanted roses from me (Huh?)
I gave her rose toy, meat, and the rosiest cheeks
He froze with the heat, now he cold as his feet (Froze)
Bro got a Jesus piece, but it's Chrome on my tee
Yeah, and Gramz taxin' your ass, better not ask him to bless (No)
And when he done taxin' you, you better pull up on me next
Thousand-pack of molly pills have they ass scratchin' necks (Scratchin')
Serve it all, feel like Dez Bryant, throwin' out this X (Yeah)
I wouldn't really call it sex, though, we was talkin' 'bout the neck
Gotta keep my heart on lock, I call it cardiac arrest (It's on lock)
I done sent that ho a K like a dry-ass text (I'm so dry)
Tim Duncan, have you T'd up, throw you on the bench (Shit)
Yeah, I'm just cleanin' up the stands
Told that ho just the tip, take a mile, give an inch (Yeah)
Talkin' broke-ass game, boy, you be kickin' glitch
Whole arm in the pot when I whip, feel like Vince (Yeah, I'm dunkin' on 'em)
Yeah, I'm goin' two-three-four hard
Standin' on your bitch couch like the fuckin' floor lava
Money in the stash, got it locked up like Fort Knox
Been hidin' paper since mama asked for my report card (Shit)
[Outro: Paid Red]
Yeah, big RoadRun, YSR shit, from the D to the F like we flunkin' shit
RoadRun, YSR, you gotta know who you fuckin' with
