[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
They tried to lock us out, we kicked the door down
I talk like I'm smart, end my sentence with a pronoun
She got me in this bitch getting drunk, it's finna go down
Nigga, I'm important, you with me, have your pole out
I grow my own weed, tryna expand out
I'ma do it while I got the money, buying land now
I might pull up on you for a bowl, but got a gram, how?
She sprung off the dick, I got her wanting to put her fam out
Probably could've, but I never got a handout
He was cool until he came around, this nigga fanned out
Nigga, pull a band out
Shoot, they gon' scram out
If I say my weed long got a bow not a half ounce
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Okay
I'm recording on a real mic
I'm recording on a microphone
My nigga still got all his guns, but his license gone
Hit the gas station, grab pop, ice, and styrofoams
But I'm mad bеcause the ice was gonе
You the type of nigga probably put fake Cardis on
You can't run a football play on me, I can stop a zone
My nigga called and said some bullshit, made me drop my phone
Nigga think it's his because he stay there, that is not your home
I was in the clubs when I was young, I was not grown
Hit a nigga with a boom, it just blew up like a pop song
Smack a nigga in his head with an electric guitar, this a rock song
Somebody asking who I'm with, I said nobody but to tell the truth
I'm with a freaky lil bitch, she tryna suck my balls
You with a bitch with no house, she ain't got no walls
Her pussy loose as hell, I know your bitch pussy stink, she eat Sushi meals
Bitch ass and titties fake, but the Coochie real
Got some noodles from the gas station, it's a boosie meal
I called Johnny Dang, and told him I want something different, he said how you want it? I want a Double G Gucci grill
Bitch pussy dripping water, she got coochie spills
Bitch, I got a whole chicken on me in the coupe for real
Bro could've went to the N.B.A., he can shoot for real
Boy, you gotta tie your shoes up before you do a drill
My young nigga, he don't know shit, but he knew the deal
Nigga think he hard, 'cause he caught his first body, he new to kills
I just fucked your main bitch, that's your boo for real
They tried to lock us out, we kicked the door down
I talk like I'm smart, end my sentence with a pronoun
She got me in this bitch getting drunk, it's finna go down
Nigga, I'm important, you with me, have your pole out
I grow my own weed, tryna expand out
I'ma do it while I got the money, buying land now
I might pull up on you for a bowl, but got a gram, how?
She sprung off the dick, I got her wanting to put her fam out
Probably could've, but I never got a handout
He was cool until he came around, this nigga fanned out
Nigga, pull a band out
Shoot, they gon' scram out
If I say my weed long got a bow not a half ounce
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Okay
I'm recording on a real mic
I'm recording on a microphone
My nigga still got all his guns, but his license gone
Hit the gas station, grab pop, ice, and styrofoams
But I'm mad bеcause the ice was gonе
You the type of nigga probably put fake Cardis on
You can't run a football play on me, I can stop a zone
My nigga called and said some bullshit, made me drop my phone
Nigga think it's his because he stay there, that is not your home
I was in the clubs when I was young, I was not grown
Hit a nigga with a boom, it just blew up like a pop song
Smack a nigga in his head with an electric guitar, this a rock song
Somebody asking who I'm with, I said nobody but to tell the truth
I'm with a freaky lil bitch, she tryna suck my balls
You with a bitch with no house, she ain't got no walls
Her pussy loose as hell, I know your bitch pussy stink, she eat Sushi meals
Bitch ass and titties fake, but the Coochie real
Got some noodles from the gas station, it's a boosie meal
I called Johnny Dang, and told him I want something different, he said how you want it? I want a Double G Gucci grill
Bitch pussy dripping water, she got coochie spills
Bitch, I got a whole chicken on me in the coupe for real
Bro could've went to the N.B.A., he can shoot for real
Boy, you gotta tie your shoes up before you do a drill
My young nigga, he don't know shit, but he knew the deal
Nigga think he hard, 'cause he caught his first body, he new to kills
I just fucked your main bitch, that's your boo for real
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