Bad Choice Of Words

[Intro]
(YSR shit, Lebeau Street, nigga)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Damn, baby, you cute as hell, but you broke as fuck
Stab down they block with R/T, nigga, wake 'em up
Stuffin' eight grams in the 'Wood, I rolled a cocky blunt
We finna slide on the opps like a hockey puck
I ain't even tryna make love, I just wanna fuck
I'm gettin' tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz
You ran out of bullets tryna kill, nigga, you out of luck
You ain't go D1 'cause you dirt as fuck
I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain't give a fuck
You scared to spend that little-ass money, nigga, live it up
If I'm ever in the car, then it's tinted up
Doin' a hundred in this bitch 'cause I'm in a rush
If you get caught by the feds, nigga, keep it hush
Ran through ten 'bows in a month, it would've took you months
You wearin' fake buffs, they gon' be mad when they take your stuff
I be all in that bitch mouth, but she hate my guts
I ain't gettin' a lot of views, but I'm papered up
Stuffin' dubs in my pants, gettin' paper cuts
Smokin' Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz
You ain't gettin' high 'cause you smokin' bunk

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Yeah, I can give you game, but I can't take you in
It was me and Meek, bitch, we had to get it in
One sister drivin' and the other seat her twin
And I got that chicken on me and not a little hen
Bitch, I been had a ten, call me Big Ben
Can't help it, I'm an expensive nigga and I like to spend
Yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win
I can spend a twenty-pack and do this shit again
And this shit ain't no cap, this shit all facts
Bent out my timeout, then I bounced back
I gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back
Fuck you smokin' on? It's good zaza in the pack
Can't stand a silly bitch that don't know how to act
I know some real grimy niggas, they know how to jack
Lil' bitch ate me in the car, said I was her snack
Then fuck her doggystyle, then I pulled out her tracks

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Man, the trap payin' good, I don't wanna rap
You keep fallin' the fuck off 'cause you can't stack
We in this bitch smokin' zaza 'Woods, man, I hate Blacks
You gotta take his hat off so he can't cap
You can't even book me for a show 'cause I need eight racks
You can give me five to ten 'bow, I'll take that
I'm tryna pull up in that double-R, fuck a Maybach

[Outro: YSR Gramz]
I ain't gon' lie, that, that double-R harder than that Maybach
Man, I seen that bitch when I was in Miami, I wanted that bitch
Hah