[Intro]
[?]
Bounce through the hood with a strap, this shit usual
You can't copy what I do, it might confuse you
Niggas can't copy w
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Bounce through the hood with a strap, this shit usual
You can't copy what I do, it might confuse you
Fall out with me, you gon' need somewhere to move to
Big body like a Double R, how I move through
Grip tight, I can grab and squeeze juice
New car, I can stab and squeeze through
Niggas ain't been keeping that shit gangsta, they need to (For real)
All I see is a bunch of wangstas and Ja Rules
I be cracking hoes that be foes and dimes too
I can take a bitch to Black Rock and Prime too
And bitches [?] waitin', I'ma slime too
I can run for years with a strap, I'm [?] too
Ain't nobody try to turn me up, we going live too
Ain't nobody gave me shit, that's on my mind too
I went around looking for the real, only found you (For real)
Looking at myself in the mirror, like you found who?
Me
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'm looking at myself, I'ma sign you
If you ever do some bullshit to me, I'ma find you
A lotta these niggas sound like me, I should fine you
Nigga, you ain't no shooter, you got a jumper like LeBron do
I'm a young sack runner, let me remind you
I'll run over you niggas like [?]
You see that gun on my hip, I paid a band for it
Old school niggas still trapping off an Android
My nigga out here selling cribs, he a landlord
I remember sleeping on the floor, ain't have a headboard
I ain't have nobody on my team, they wasn't paying forward
I can't smoke by myself, I get paranoid
High as hell smoking weed, got some Red Bull
If I ain't got my gun on my hip, I know my friend blowing
I need bands more, what I need a friend for?
This shit ain't happen overnight, I got it out the stand boy
We ain't gon' do shit to your ass, what you ran for?
Now days, they all stand for shit, what you stand for?
Send a hundred shots on your block, I should send more
You ain't did shit to your opps, you should spin more
I'ma talk brazy, til you put me on a billboard
[?] said they fuck with my music, they don't feel your's
[?]
Bounce through the hood with a strap, this shit usual
You can't copy what I do, it might confuse you
Niggas can't copy w
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Bounce through the hood with a strap, this shit usual
You can't copy what I do, it might confuse you
Fall out with me, you gon' need somewhere to move to
Big body like a Double R, how I move through
Grip tight, I can grab and squeeze juice
New car, I can stab and squeeze through
Niggas ain't been keeping that shit gangsta, they need to (For real)
All I see is a bunch of wangstas and Ja Rules
I be cracking hoes that be foes and dimes too
I can take a bitch to Black Rock and Prime too
And bitches [?] waitin', I'ma slime too
I can run for years with a strap, I'm [?] too
Ain't nobody try to turn me up, we going live too
Ain't nobody gave me shit, that's on my mind too
I went around looking for the real, only found you (For real)
Looking at myself in the mirror, like you found who?
Me
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'm looking at myself, I'ma sign you
If you ever do some bullshit to me, I'ma find you
A lotta these niggas sound like me, I should fine you
Nigga, you ain't no shooter, you got a jumper like LeBron do
I'm a young sack runner, let me remind you
I'll run over you niggas like [?]
You see that gun on my hip, I paid a band for it
Old school niggas still trapping off an Android
My nigga out here selling cribs, he a landlord
I remember sleeping on the floor, ain't have a headboard
I ain't have nobody on my team, they wasn't paying forward
I can't smoke by myself, I get paranoid
High as hell smoking weed, got some Red Bull
If I ain't got my gun on my hip, I know my friend blowing
I need bands more, what I need a friend for?
This shit ain't happen overnight, I got it out the stand boy
We ain't gon' do shit to your ass, what you ran for?
Now days, they all stand for shit, what you stand for?
Send a hundred shots on your block, I should send more
You ain't did shit to your opps, you should spin more
I'ma talk brazy, til you put me on a billboard
[?] said they fuck with my music, they don't feel your's
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