Top 5

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Top five scammers of all time, you gotta mention Driveway
Nigga, you ain't really in the streets, you only in the driveway
Roll the window and slide, hold the chop sideways
You can put that 'Wood out, I got a fuckin' migraine

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Been poor as fuck, nigga, since you had Myspace
I just got some chips and two bands quick at Rite Aid
When it come to gettin' bands, I do this shit my way
I can get it home, I ain't gotta hit no highway

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gotta hit the road either
I can go to Colorado, forward the mail 'cause the 'bows cheaper
Your bitch suck good dick, she the soul keeper
Don't make me call Lil P, he the soul sweeper

[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
Hatin'-ass city, man, these niggas rooty-poo
Nigga, I don't want your bitch, man, she look like Scooby Doo
Sold a 'bow of fake Runtz, charged a nigga thirty-two
I done ran so many bands up, ain't even twenty-two

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Man, I ran through a lot of 'bows when I was twenty-two
Sold the same nigga fake Runtz, it was rooty-poo
Naw, I lied, I told the nigga it was Superglue
You got a fanny pack on, you a kangaroo
Nigga want a verse from Driveway, he gotta pay me too
Kill a rap nigga for sneak dissin', think he Lil Snupe
Bitch can't get shit after I fuck, she can get the boot
Don't want no dubs in this roll, I want all blues

[Verse 6: Driveway Baby]
I done ran so many racks up on the interstate
I just took a cold-ass bitch on dinner date
Benihana, trio sixty dollars, this a different plate
On tether for some months, so you know it's fuck the jakes
And these niggas envy when a young nigga gettin' cake
That's why I don't trust these niggas, I know niggas snakes
Only trust yourself in this bitch 'cause these niggas fake
You'll have to smoke your own nigga with a fuckin' Drac'

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Bust a whole 'bow down, even sold the shake
I'm 'bout to slide on they block like I'm on roller skates
Flint really fucked up, he done stoled your plate
Fell asleep off the green lean, bro done poured an eight

[Verse 8: Driveway Baby]
Worry about another nigga, all you niggas fags
And I'm in the newest shit, I forgot to pop the tag
I'ma bust on this bitch face, give her ass a rag
I'm gettin' tired of the semi, think I want a fuckin' Jag'

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
Driveway, you did it again, you just blew some money
You bought another fuckin' dog, yeah, that bitch is ugly
If you jump me, then we killin' six of your cousins
She told her pops I beat her ass, no, I wasn't
Wait, maybe I did, but I was buzzin'
I don't give a fuck what I did, please just don't mug me
Nicknamed the 40 pedophile the way it touch him
Give that pussy a pad the way I left 'em bloody
Quavis tellin' me to chill 'cause I keep on muggin'
I just popped me a Perc', give a fuck about nothin'
Quavis said I can't go no more 'cause I be tripped out
In a minute, they gon' stop lettin' me dip out
Everywhere I go, LDG got his stick out
Slap a fifty on this bitch, how could I miss now?
Slap a fifty on this bitch, how could I miss now?
I don't give a fuck about your crew, nigga, fuck your clan
Pass me a Perc', bitch, I don't want no Xan'
Drums on every team, feelin' like Making a Band
You really risked your life on the road for a band?
That nigga threw his gun on you? Huh, that is not your mans
You better do life and say, "Fuck them kids"
If it was my bitch, I would've popped that nigga Fizz