Gram Man

Танк, и звезда, и шан— (Ooh, Sav killed it)

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

If my **** run off with your shit, that shit long gone

Up a blick on a fuck ****, tell him, "Go'n on"

I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home

I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone

I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone

Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong

In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on

Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

Lil' bro just snaked a **** sale, now— alright

Lil' bro just snaked a **** sale, now his sale gone

If you don't do shit around that ****, what he gon' tell on?

Spendin' money talkin' to my **** on a jail phone

Told Driveway, when he get out, I'ma pick him up

Dog tryna tax me for them 'bows, I'ma stick him up

I fell off and looked at my son, I gotta get it up

If you ain't get that shit out the mud, you ain't shit like us

If you ain't get that bag from YSR, it don't smoke like this

I know a **** fightin' dog with dog, he just like Vick

100K for a mixtape, I'm finna talk my shit

Dog keep speakin' on my mans, I'm finna send a blitz

Johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick

I know I look like one, but I ain't a lick

I'm the type of **** troll a **** like I'm 50 Cent

My white boy got 'bows like Rick, but he not gon' snitch

I swear to God, I got a thousand ways to get rich

Like a fuckin' weedhead, I gotta get 'em zipped

Outta town lookin' for the 'bows, I gotta get 'em shipped

Bro said he fuckin' with the banks, he gotta get me hip

Come fuck with YSR, I can get you hip

Come fuck with YSR, I can get you rich

Yung Sak Runner, gettin' money, **** ain't on shit

Yung Sak Runner, put it on, that **** fresh as shit

If my **** run off with your shit, that shit long gone

Up a blick on a fuck ****, tell him, "Go'n on"

I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home

I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone

I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone

Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong

In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on

Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—

Танк, и звезда, и шан—