[Intro: Louie Ray]
You know what time it is
We blood brothers, right?
This shit should motivate 'em, right?
Like I know this pape
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate you (Right)
Talkin' to it like I know the pape'
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate, Boyz
Talkin' to it like I know the pape' (Still grindin', nigga)
Ookin' at the way we made it, it should motivate, nigga
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I drunk two fours of green, that's a weak eight
My cross was done fast as hell around week eight
I'm ridin' with six or seven 'bows, I'm in a weed state
Diamonds spark clear as hell like when a brick break
Told the bitch sit the fuck down, she asked, "Which way?"
Put me in a lineup of niggas, they gon' pick Ray
I was rockin' Mauri alligators, fightin' a dope case
Way before I ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
Had a bitch that had a credit card, I should've cooked Chase
Brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
Just because I wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
I could smoke Runtz and rock Amiris on a Tuesday
Slangin' out the side door, my nigga playin' the hoop game
Curve was shittin' in an SS, but then the coupe came
Serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
See an opp, blow that bitch down like the shooting range
Money-getter 'round, a bitch down to do everything
See a nigga down, they wanna see you sell everything
Did dirt, got did dirty and everything
Really from the dirt, so I got dirty for everything
See, got them cathedral ceilings, what's the alarm code?
You can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
Diamonds worth a house, I rock a check with white tees on
Got it out the mud, ain't have a shoulder to lean on
I'm from Flint, where niggas stand out, but ain't seen, though
Ratchet bitches still got the Miss Me jeans on
You can smell the sack that I got on me, it's Creed strong
Rio pourin' red he got prescribed for a head cold
Give me that shh— strong shit that I dance on
Was just cookin' up, that's why I got all these fans on
Get your bitch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
Keep a nigga with me that's gon' rock like a band blow
You know what time it is
We blood brothers, right?
This shit should motivate 'em, right?
Like I know this pape
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate you (Right)
Talkin' to it like I know the pape'
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate, Boyz
Talkin' to it like I know the pape' (Still grindin', nigga)
Ookin' at the way we made it, it should motivate, nigga
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I drunk two fours of green, that's a weak eight
My cross was done fast as hell around week eight
I'm ridin' with six or seven 'bows, I'm in a weed state
Diamonds spark clear as hell like when a brick break
Told the bitch sit the fuck down, she asked, "Which way?"
Put me in a lineup of niggas, they gon' pick Ray
I was rockin' Mauri alligators, fightin' a dope case
Way before I ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
Had a bitch that had a credit card, I should've cooked Chase
Brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
Just because I wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
I could smoke Runtz and rock Amiris on a Tuesday
Slangin' out the side door, my nigga playin' the hoop game
Curve was shittin' in an SS, but then the coupe came
Serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
See an opp, blow that bitch down like the shooting range
Money-getter 'round, a bitch down to do everything
See a nigga down, they wanna see you sell everything
Did dirt, got did dirty and everything
Really from the dirt, so I got dirty for everything
See, got them cathedral ceilings, what's the alarm code?
You can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
Diamonds worth a house, I rock a check with white tees on
Got it out the mud, ain't have a shoulder to lean on
I'm from Flint, where niggas stand out, but ain't seen, though
Ratchet bitches still got the Miss Me jeans on
You can smell the sack that I got on me, it's Creed strong
Rio pourin' red he got prescribed for a head cold
Give me that shh— strong shit that I dance on
Was just cookin' up, that's why I got all these fans on
Get your bitch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
Keep a nigga with me that's gon' rock like a band blow
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