4 Gramz To Face

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
8-D

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy
You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me
4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy
You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
You don't hear me rappin' with these niggas, 'cause they got to pay me
It ain't Runts, but I'll charge you $50 for this eighthy
Lebeau Street slap, down the street from Dailey
Catch a nigga slippin', GTA, man, that nigga wasted
Give a nigga red tips, like a fuckin' waitress
I'm gettin' off with these raps, and these niggas hate it
Niggas shootin' with their eyes closed, your victim made it
You had a baby while broke, you should've waited
Told my nigga, "Shoot that lil nigga", I'm the instigator
You a fool for cuffin' her, you a April baby
I'll sell 30 somethin' P's, out my grandma basement
If I want what you got, Dee Rich gon take it

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy
You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me
4 grams to the face, nigga, this a eighthy
We got so many straps, like the fuckin' navy
You broke as hell, nigga, you ain't even wavy
I gotta thank the plug, 'cause the bag saved me

[Verse 2: Eightball Tank]
Man, what's good YSR?
Bro just left Memphis with them bowls, nigga, no iHeart
Think that bitch loyal, but I beat, nigga, no 5 hearts
Lil nigga, you ain't cut, you ain't got no scars
Told bro, "Put a punch on me", but I ain't tryna spar
Why you got a gun with no opps, nigga, who your target?
Funny how I knock the plug out, I slid in the Charger
Have my bitch in your yard sprayin', no Mrs. Parker
Unc got some puppies for the low, but you won't hear 'em barkin'
Roll up a nigga, then smoke him, guess I just cigar'd him
Lil bitch got some miles on her, but ain't got no starter
Nigga hit that web and turn though, like Peter Parker
Quavis said he got them bowls in, but he ain't no Entrée
AR-15 shape his 'fro, but I ain't no barber
Got his ass beat at Flint school, so he went to Carman
Then he got his ass beat there, and went to Linden Charter
Everything I fuckin' drop fire, should charged for arson
Beam on the .40 goin' dead, bro, who got a charger?
Drop your location or be quiet, I don't like to argue
Got my foot on these niggas neck, they some walkin' carpets
I be by myself all the time, but the Glock my partner
Talk crazy, I'm comin' for your dawg, turn him to a carcass
Lost all my niggas back-to-back, that shit made me heartless
Lil nigga better not take it there, or I'ma take it farther