East Lebeau St

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Aight (A on the track, boy)
Wop

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm an East Lebeau nigga, that's where I came up
Nigga, if I get a hundred M's, I ain't gon' change up
If you ain't throwin' big B's, then you can't hang with us
I don't give a fuck, you got some money, you still lame as fuck
Nigga think he fuckin' with me, he smokin' angel dust
I don't like to bring my lil' niggas outside 'cause they be dangerous
It only take one call to make you famous
One Backwood and it's an eighthy
Big bag on me, lil' nigga, bitch, I'm Santa
We gon' light a nigga up like a candle
I made twelve hundred the other day, thanks, Amanda
It wasn't Runtz in that bag, I scammed him

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
Fake friends ain't shit but a new enemy
Play with me and you gon' get did, John F. Kennedy
Meekio my blood brother like he kin to me
That lil' bitch ain't my ho, but she finna be
That K go off, niggas get legs like a centipede
I'm tryna get a Maybach like I'm MMG
Wipe a nigga nose quick with this M&P
I know a nigga that'll drop a whole hundred for me
I done made a couple loose bands with my nigga P
Sold every play for two hundred, get a hundred a piece
You niggas know LDG like who runnin' from beef?
You shouldn't have went OT for that, I made that on our street

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Bitch, I made twenty bands on Lebeau Street
I gotta go to Cali, need a pound of that Do-Si
Bitch, I'm really plugged in, shout out Joeski
I let my lil' brother hold it down while I'm OT
I got big bucks, don't give a fuck about your homie, nigga
Stop tellin' people you know me, you don't know me, nigga
Ain't no gas in them packs, bitch, we know the difference
Niggas still ain't slide for they bro and they know who did it