Beecher Mafia

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

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
If it's smoke in the air, we can't talk about it
Nigga 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
Nigga, you probably owe somebody
Forty thousand dollars in his pocket, he don't own a wallet
Bitch, I barely went to school, nigga, motherfuck a college
Cuttin' niggas off on my side, they can't keep it solid
Nigga, you ain't real, you ain't shinin' with your guys
Hit the gas on it, make that bitch come alive
Hell yeah, I bang B's and my niggas throwin' five
You ain't even gotta ask me, hell yeah, I'ma ride
I'ma slide on that nigga, why you liеd on your niggas?
Cut that nigga off, he testified on his niggas
Show mе three-hundred-somethin' K, damn near cried for my nigga
Jump out with that K like surprise, young nigga

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I remember I was broke, I damn near cried to my nigga
Ridin' 'round on hot wheels, I'm finna ride with my nigga
Close-range headshot, you see the fire in a nigga
R.I.P. my nigga Gabe, feel like I died with my nigga
Oh, you was my nigga bunkie, you did time with my nigga
Kidnap you, I'll throw you in the trunk, I'll drive with a nigga
Dog hidin' in the crib, I'm finna slide on his niggas
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 fuck 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 bullshit 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, nigga, I'll do you janky
Fucked 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 bitch, '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