Wireless YSR Gramz & Louie Ray

[Intro]
Enrgy made this one

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Woke straight up out my sleep, on some get money shit
[?] just like a honey bun, but this a hundred clip
In L.A. in some Hoop shorts, can run with the stick
I'm in L.A. on the hooper, but the ball on a bitch
Do it by myself, I don't call on a bitch
Drop dick, then balls on a bitch
I don't want to, but if I gotta drop [?] on a bitch
OK I stunted on him, because I balled on his bitch
Stash for the Glock, but this a 2020 though
Young nigga, but I'm getting plenty dough
FN bullets leave holes like cherios
But the [?] like a blue [?]

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Shooting dice on the block, I just got them [?]
We got stripes in our hood, but we ain't got [?] on
He just dissed me in a song, I just got him beat up on
Niggas fucked up at home right now, they need a lone
Don't invite them to this party, we don't get along
The plug just called with 10 pees, I'm finna get them gone
If a nigga try me right now, I'ma get him gone
Nigga, take that shit off, you don't put it on
Bitch, your boyfriend broke, I'm finna put him on
Put some money on your head, and get you shitted on
Hit his ass with a leg shot, now he pidgen toed
Me and Louie locked in, 'cause he didn't fold
I can get a nigga rolled up like a swisher roll
How you still hanging with him, when you know he told?
He don't come around no more, that nigga know he bold
Three backwoods to the face, a nigga overblowed
He was fucking with the opps, that nigga cover blowed
They think we ran out of fucking bullets, but got another load
Why the fuck you kissing on that bitch? She get nutted on
These niggas out here cuffing bitches, like Amber Rose
Nigga think he 'bout the blow, I bet a band he don't
Talking 'bout he 'bout to shoot, I bet a band he won't