Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ysr Gramz
Performer
Jaquavis Damajanique Graham
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaquavis Damajanique Graham
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Enrgy made this one)
**** I've been that **** since a lil' ass boy
We ain't from around here so we came with that blower
20,000 ain't shit, bitch I need a little more
How many p's do you need? Bitch I need like four
I'm still trapping, selling weed, it's like five in the morning
What type of gun do you got? I got me a Jordan
Fuck a bad bitch, real bitches get awarded
I feel like Ray Charles, bitch I'm going down to Georgia
My **** still swiping and he going cross the border
My **** popping pills, high as hell, he need water
I paid a hunnid dollars, get two woods out a quarter
I fuck with all my Zoles, yeah I love going to Florida
I'll stop a opp out in my brand new forces
You touch one of mines, motherfucka we gon' torch you
Diamonds in my chain, yeah them bitches looking gorgeous
Fuck a bad bitch one time then I ignore her
You ain't got a plug, ****, your plug got a shortage
I can get you what you need, go ahead, place an order
I would've been pissed off if I really had a daughter
You would think this **** drunk, he got hit with a forty
High as hell off the woods, think I see Rick and Morty
I really went to Golden Sun, **** I ain't go to Jordan
We really started this shit, **** you can ask Marlon
Put my **** on yo' head like a motherfuckin' barber
My phone going dead, **** pass me my charger
I got a song on the way, so I really gotta charge it
My **** just hit that store, he was running outta Target
The rock is bullshittin', so I gave up on Harden
I had to kick her out, man I felt like Martin
**** head fucked up, they'll slide on apartments
The police ask me something, I don't know, I'm an artist
Free my **** DJ, man that **** just called me
How the fuck you on my head, when you really just saw me
Paid a band for these shoes, I don't even like walking
If we ain't talking 'bout no money, why the fuck is we talking?
I'm catching plays on the west, you can meet me on Calkins
I got green in my cup, and my cup look like Boston
I don't trick on no bitch, I am not Tony Hawk n' them
Old tricking ass, broke ass, no pussy getting ass ****
Yeah, Lebeau City ****
Tap In 2, ****
Enrgy, what popping
Big b's, on that Beecher shit
Natchez Drive, all that shit ****, Flamingo, ****, all that shit ****, yeah
Eastside, Westside, we still on that ****
Long live Dontae, ****
Long live Gabe
Long live TA, all my soldiers, ****
Written by: Jaquavis Damajanique Graham