Crack House Louie Ray (Ft. YN Jay)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I got chopper choppers, we gon' knock shit off his top, we hitting his gualla gualla
This new lick I got so [?], might be rich tomorrow
If you want [?] leave the partners
My hood so hood, but this shit [?] the projects
There ain't too many make it out this shit, I'm living Prada
This ain't that what I want or what I saw, I did and got it
Some shit fuck with my mind for real, but I just hate the topic
I used to have them racks in shoes, now I got bank deposits
I put like 20 boles in there, this shit gon' stank the closet
I was broke so long for real, bro, I couldn't wait to sign it
I lost myself, couldn't wait to find it
This new bag that y'all call money, came with weight inside it
You know I grind hard, but I ain't tryna see myself sitting in a cell
Grind hard and show the world that you just need yourself
Lotta niggas died or went to jail, 'cause they couldn't get no help
I know some rich motherfuckers who [?] I'm talking welth
I think I'm crazy, 'cause sometimes I just talk to myself
He said his [?] 40 racks, I got that shit in bails

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Bro hop out, bao bao, bao, [?] your ass
I skirt off, I do the dash
I do the dash
[?] I'm shooting dice, I'm throwing nats, nats
[?] bad bitches fine, but you ain't even know that they rats, rats, rats
[?] out here telling, [?] out here rats, rats, rats
[?] I know that they got my back
[?] come from [?]
Lil brodie get low, [?]
Send shots first, but I heard some bullets come back, back, back