Dubs Outweigh Losses

[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got greese
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
This nigga think he drinking real drank, but the Wok fake
You the nigga getting niggas locked, 'cause the cops ain't
She asked me was this gun real? Na, the Glock fake
I heard these niggas out here backdooring, so I ride with Drac
I'm in the car with KrispyLife, so I ride with K
Nigga, I'm still out here grinding, that's why I rock with Ray
Bitch skinny but her pussy big, Coi Leray
I'm out here dropping [?] off a nigga, I'm in the stu at 8
I'm out here looking for a headhunter [?] my dick [?]
We gon' shoot the fuck out that nigga, 'cause he 6/8
How you out here trapping? You don't know what a brick weigh
Fuck around and drop a 41, yeah, big face
My nigga Kidd just hit a dirty bitch, now his dick stank
My lil nigga a young thug, he think he Rich Gang
Don't give a fuck, shoot my opp at a Pistins' game
Hit him with this Glock, we turned him up, gave his ass some fame
I know you got some money, but the hoes really think you lame
We finna set him up, this nigga think he gang
I probably miss with this Glock, I won't miss with K
It's gon' take a hundred boes, you wanna get this way

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Dubs outweigh the losses
The back of my shoe say Off White, [?] walking
So many straps round this bitch, you gotta move with caution
My niggas licenced up to shoot you, they don't do the charges
You want me to talk spicey, OK, then pay that
Nigga can't [?] shit, I'm where he lay at
My lap is where your bitch face at
You could never fuck with none of us, nigga, yeah, them straight facts
The baby Glock make you [?] like it's a pint of tech
Got a freaky bitch [?] tap
Really smoking zas on this [?] pack
I really don't wanna rap with you, bro, 'cause you kinda ass
I don't pass Gramz the wood, he eat all kind of ass
Why the fuck is you doing that?
Technically, this a hundred [?] flip it [?]
You a lame nigga with some cheese, you [?] rats
I'm around all solid niggas, I don't fool with rats
Talking greese on a greese beat, [?] got me too atached
You can't fuck with me and my caidence
This some bullshit [?] police [?]
Feeling like Yella Beezy, all outa favors
Your trap ain't doing no trapping, you outa flavors
You [?] long time, you [?]
You [?] putting your parents in danger
[?] lot on these, just to fuck 'em up out in traffic
Never going to my crib, make them suck me up out in trafic
Paid 2 K for this pistol, the fuck I'ma do [?]
Dawg tryna eat healthy, he'd die for salid