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YSR Gramz & Six Ward Von
YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon
YSR Gramz & Don Perrion
YSR Gramz & Solo Dreec
[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy
I don't give a fuck, you niggas grimy
Like an ID (Ooh, Sav killed it)
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust shit, these niggas grimy
I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them niggas see us comin', they don't like them
Them niggas know we got the sauce, them niggas bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic
[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You ain't got no money, you can't buy shit
That money turn 'em on like a light switch
I'm tryna find a plug, I need a wide bitch
Man, I'm tryna find a plug, I'm tryna buy shit
My nigga stay down with me, I'ma ice his neck
Where the plug with them 'bows? I'm tryna spend a check
JE said the road green like that nigga Shrek
I got a play in GB, he meet me on the West
When a nigga fell off, ain't nobody catch me
I'm like Jordan in '91, can't nobody check me
Seem like the niggas closest to you try to catch you slippin'
My young dog sixteen and got a Smith & Wesson
Everywhere a nigga go, I gotta keep my weapon
Niggas speakin' on the dead, them niggas disrespectful
Nigga finesse you for them 'bows, he done took your blessing
Don't show these niggas shit, you gotta keep 'em guessing
[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I can't trust shit, these niggas grimy
I don't give a fuck, my niggas slimy
We put 'em in a box like an ID
You can't tryst these hoes 'cause they trifling
Your boyfriend broke, I can't be like him
When them niggas see us comin', they don't like them
Them niggas know we got the sauce, them niggas bitin'
I can see me gettin' rich, I'm a psychic
[Verse 2: Don Perrion]
These handicap broke niggas need a fix-up
Some bad bitches got bad breath, no, we can't hook up
Dusty had all the phones, feel like got the hook-up
The L really slap, I don't say that for nothin'
I ain't took no trip yet, nigga, I been hustlin'
Pray we make it out the hellhole 'cause the streets muddy
I had to stop the lean, I had a weak stomach
Me and my bitch had split apart 'cause she was creepin' on me
I dropped that off my mind and they stopped sleepin' on me
Karma realer than a bitch, I feel it peekin' on me
The whole time I was up, I was still money-hungry
P a bad motherfucker when that shit on him
I'll go ghost and pop back out like Rich Homie
No, you not my slime if you not my daughter or my homie
No, you cannot get no fuckin' feat if you ain't got no money
Wish I can give y'all shit back, the Lord know I'm lyin'
Man, I can't even lie, I really miss robbin'
I'm the only bull in Michigan like Dennis Rodman
Lil' whore threw me a towel when she got done moppin'
When I was fuckin' on shorty, I swear we was the topic
Alpo was written by YSR Gramz & Don Perrion.
Alpo was produced by BEATSBYSAV.