YSR Records

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
Ain't nobody gave me shit, but it made me a beast
We was four deep in a rental, we made twenty a piece
I cashed payments for my whip, you still payin' a lease?
A nigga slidin' on the L, he gon' rest up in peace
How you buy a pair of buffs, but your rent due?
Cashier tried to tell me no, but it went through
I got a couple Masters and a couple FITs too
I'm finna go to another line 'cause she ain't hip too
Loski said he finna weigh a couple ouncеs
Go to the strip club and tip a couple bouncers
Fuck a nigga bitch from thе back, know I had to pound her
Her nigga callin' back to back, he just keep houndin'

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
She want me to pull out so fast, but I'm hardly in it
Drop two out a fifteen clip, I left Harden in it
In the hallway catchin' a play, I was a tardy nigga
Only niggas get they guns took is retarded niggas
I ain't givin' my gun to nobody, not even my nigga
Told dude to let me test the 'bows, wasn't none of them hittin'
You still out here chasin' hoes, boy, you a kitten
They gon' pay me at least five hundred when I get to Fenton
Finna make a two ball today, and, nigga, I ain't kiddin'
Hit the casino for three bands, had a good feeling
You gotta know I'm taxin' when I get it, who the best bidder?
Bro in the kitchen on the pot, he a famous whipper
Driveway hit the swipe dance soon as we hit her

[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
Toss a nigga up quick and dump his ass in the river
That's what his stupid ass get, he shouldn't have been on Twitter
If I pull up and somebody there, I'm killing the witness
Seen a car with the lights off, Loski got to rippin' it
My pockets stay fat as fuck, they need to get some fitness
I need my car detailed and painted, I'm finna go to Xzibit
A nigga spoke on G and we had to leave him shitty
You ain't never took a risk in your life, it could get risky
I done snatched a nigga bitch quick and left him real pissy
And I got a light ten on me, but I ain't Mike Bibby
Talkin' 'bout we ain't up, bitch, you sound real silly

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
When you left from the shootout, you still had bullets
Like you ain't bust one shot, your shit was the fullest
I ain't tryna leave no witness, bro, they gon' cook us
But enough of that, I run to the pape'
Bitch had enough of your broke ass, she tryna escape
You a rookie, you the white cop off Training Day
Bitch suck dick like a pro, she got trained that way
Point me to the 'bows, I'll hop on a train today
Records, nigga