[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Joey)
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I be money in Atlanta and Cali
Number close to me be like Gucci, Bally
Her ass was small, now it's silicone plastic
Her stomach so small, make you separate from family
For close interactions when them 38s handy
Head right over the counter for cut how I'm playin' it
If I said somethin' dope, a bag of change how I said it
If I said somethin' dope, a bag of change how I—
I just threw up off a Perc', I'm energized, energetic
Feel the scars from the streets a lil' morе when you bled it
If you text and I don't tеxt back, that's 'cause I never read it
Nine ounces in a one-liter, damn near dead it
Bounce on the bed before I fuck, make sure the bed springs ready
How you eatin' like that? Because the dope fiends let me
How you pullin' up on niggas like you Rocaine ready?
Niggas sick 'cause we done came all heavy
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Freshly prepared about some beef, who gon' shoot first?
I'll do this shit sober as hell, but took two Percs
Could've been cashed out on my truck, I came coupe first
Last batch, auntie ain't like, got some new work
Perc 10s don't get me high no more, but the blues work
Beat my bitch ass, then walked out with a cool smirk
I stay lyin' to that girl face 'cause the truth hurt
Drunk sixty lines of Hi-Tech, got my tooth hurtin'
Pressure make a nigga kill himself or bow down
Grew up in the jungle, I just hung around a wild crowd
Always interactive, nigga never had an odd style
Reactin' off of rage, it's kind hard for me to calm down
Grew up in the 6 right down the street from Kettering
Keepin' all the funds to myself, that's embezzlement
This Palm Angel jacket cost more, check the lettering
I grind for it, boy, you steal money, no comparison
(Coach me, Joey)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Joey)
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I be money in Atlanta and Cali
Number close to me be like Gucci, Bally
Her ass was small, now it's silicone plastic
Her stomach so small, make you separate from family
For close interactions when them 38s handy
Head right over the counter for cut how I'm playin' it
If I said somethin' dope, a bag of change how I said it
If I said somethin' dope, a bag of change how I—
I just threw up off a Perc', I'm energized, energetic
Feel the scars from the streets a lil' morе when you bled it
If you text and I don't tеxt back, that's 'cause I never read it
Nine ounces in a one-liter, damn near dead it
Bounce on the bed before I fuck, make sure the bed springs ready
How you eatin' like that? Because the dope fiends let me
How you pullin' up on niggas like you Rocaine ready?
Niggas sick 'cause we done came all heavy
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Freshly prepared about some beef, who gon' shoot first?
I'll do this shit sober as hell, but took two Percs
Could've been cashed out on my truck, I came coupe first
Last batch, auntie ain't like, got some new work
Perc 10s don't get me high no more, but the blues work
Beat my bitch ass, then walked out with a cool smirk
I stay lyin' to that girl face 'cause the truth hurt
Drunk sixty lines of Hi-Tech, got my tooth hurtin'
Pressure make a nigga kill himself or bow down
Grew up in the jungle, I just hung around a wild crowd
Always interactive, nigga never had an odd style
Reactin' off of rage, it's kind hard for me to calm down
Grew up in the 6 right down the street from Kettering
Keepin' all the funds to myself, that's embezzlement
This Palm Angel jacket cost more, check the lettering
I grind for it, boy, you steal money, no comparison
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