Gramz and Scams

[Intro]
Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
This bitch hard as hell, my nigga hit a lick on a lot
We got cards for sale
I don't even wanna rap no more, put the bars in the mail
He had a gun when he was in the streets, but got beat in jail
My nigga wanna catch a free body, you might as well
We gon' light his ass up, like we light a square
You'll get your head knocked off, just for tryna stare
Talking 'bout she want her hair did, I'm acting like I care

[Verse 2: Tj6andz]
It's [?] YSR Gramz, let's talk crazy then
Swipe rapper, can't even tell 'you 'bout my latest Benz
Russian cream wood with the wax, I'm finna face this shit
Nevermind, I keep caufing, Gramz, take this shit
I don't cook dope, but I be cooking in the kitchen
[?] on the table, [?] niggas
Do you wanna get some money, or fuck some bitches?
Like nigga, do you know what the fuck common sense is?

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Nigga, do you know what a 556 is?
In the hood shooting dice, 45 6's
Brodie got a baby ass drac, it's only 6 inches
My nigga out his body, he just popped like 6 wittnesses

[Verse 4: Tj6andz ]
I was on the road, you was at the crib
I was making pros, you was scared to take a risk
20 gift cards, [?] 500 dollar dip
She gon' fuck gang for free, but you be loving on that bitch

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
She'll fuck bro for free, I'ma fuck on her friend
I'm finna go to Houston Texas, finna run up some bands
Catch an opp out in traffic, have him running on the 'Gram
He think this a toy gun, boy, this an FNN

[Verse 6: Tj6andz]
Boy, I can see your ass stressed, go get some Newports
Grab that metal, blow the wistle, like Too $hort
Your bitch a super freak, Rick James
I was tryna beat her [?] down, but her shit stank

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Take my favorite opp, and drown his ass in a fish tank
Smoking on exotic ass weed, make my fit stank
Nigga, you got small ass money, let's play big bank
Yeah, we throw a big ass [?], but we in rich gang