
Fuck Quarantine RLSG BSmith (Ft. Louie Ray & YN Jay)
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[Intro: RLSG BSmith]
Louie Lou, what up?
Jay, I see you
(His name's Pablo)
Too many plays (Yeah)
Was off a pound, almost broke my phone
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
Too many plays callin'—, too many plays—
Too many plays callin' at once, I almost broke my phone
I'ma always sell some pills, them bitches like gold
Niggas out here really broke as fuck, what time is they on?
I just spent twelve hundred for some shoes and I ain't try 'em on
When you really got pape', you can never be wrong
I need fifty for an eighth, all I got is strongs
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ayy, bitch tried to raise her voice at me, you better watch your tone
His mama put him out the crib, now he ain't got no home
Stomped a nigga out in 'Posites, I ain't got on Foams
I'll get to shootin', yeah, yeah, look like a drone
I just hit him up top, now he ain't got no dome
My bitch mad as hell at me, she just blocked my phone
[Verse 3: RLSG BSmith]
My bitch caught me cheatin', told her stay off my phone
Hold on, I'm trippin', this ain't my part, this where Louie come on
Louie Lou, what up?
Jay, I see you
(His name's Pablo)
Too many plays (Yeah)
Was off a pound, almost broke my phone
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
Too many plays callin'—, too many plays—
Too many plays callin' at once, I almost broke my phone
I'ma always sell some pills, them bitches like gold
Niggas out here really broke as fuck, what time is they on?
I just spent twelve hundred for some shoes and I ain't try 'em on
When you really got pape', you can never be wrong
I need fifty for an eighth, all I got is strongs
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ayy, bitch tried to raise her voice at me, you better watch your tone
His mama put him out the crib, now he ain't got no home
Stomped a nigga out in 'Posites, I ain't got on Foams
I'll get to shootin', yeah, yeah, look like a drone
I just hit him up top, now he ain't got no dome
My bitch mad as hell at me, she just blocked my phone
[Verse 3: RLSG BSmith]
My bitch caught me cheatin', told her stay off my phone
Hold on, I'm trippin', this ain't my part, this where Louie come on
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