Glocks AKs Dracos PLRs YN Jay & Louie Ray

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Glocks, AK's, ah
Fuck
Glocks, AK's, dracos, P.L.R.'s
[?] knew he was dead, soon as he seen the car
I ain't got no love for these bitches, I just need a [?]
Young nigga say he tryna come up, he just need a start
Nigga drinking all that bullshit lean, that's why you need to fart
You always asking people for a ride, that's why you need a car
I knew he had some bullshit marajuana, the weed in the jar
If you ever seen the Coochie Man, that mean you seen a star
I don't know how I made my verse, I
I don't know how I made my verse, but I sware
I don't know how I made my verse, I sware I need a bar
Nigga, this ain't no light and cable charger, this whip supercharged
Lucky as hell I ain't beat your ass at the hooka bar
Grocery shopping, got so many bags, I need a shopping cart

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I hate to ride with [?] you can see in the car
Bitch, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in the car
Smoking out a zip, [?] with a P in the car
Somebody in the back ducked down, that's E in the car
Big nigga, [?] in the car
She squerted on me in my backseat, lil pee in the car
Man, I forgot, that's me in the car
My nigga in the club on tip, popped an E in the car
It ain't no point in going back and forth, it ain't getting you far
Cuz say the Wok gone, [?]
Dealing with my personal, it be hitting me hard
It's hard to leave the streets clean, you litterally scarred
Let me take you home, let me make you moan
Let me fuck you good, let me fuck you long
Let me take you here, I take you there
Bring you out on stage with me, have you everywhere