Contract lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
I just got some real Cookie, this sh*t compressed as hell
n*gga bought zip bags for the scale like he had a sale
Haha, he ain't think to wait
What I'ma do with twenty-eight grams? I need four-forty-eight
Been had smoked the whole f*ckin' zip and only sold the eighth
I'm a dopehead, sometimes I hate I was raised this way
Bought a pint of red from a head, it was gone that day
sh*t had to be abused if you knew what I paid
Woke up fiendin', on the hunt, lookin' for some drank
f*ck around and spent some red bottoms in the house today
I couldn't find the red, I drunk some green and had to sleep by eight

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Ridin' 'round with a contract that I ain't read yet (What?)
I really wanna go legit, so I just said yes (Damn straight)
I had to burn a n*gga crib, you probably smell flesh
Let somebody make me mad, I'ma buy the vest (Come on)
Tell whoever bought [?] Chally I'ma buy it next (I want it)
Tell bro, "Go out on a dime and I'll buy the 'Vette" (I want it)
I'm only jumpin' out the car to go and chase today (Huh)
Hold on, stop the car, I'm finna chase the J (Come here)
I end up drunk as f*ck whenever Pootie call (What else?)
Type of n*gga rock a suit to a booty call
That b*tch came out her jeans, saw the booty fall (Damn)
Turn the music up, my n*gga, this a groupie call
Hoss learned how to swipe, now his dookies ballin'
But I ain't feelin' too impressed 'cause I make movies often
Drunk a pint throughout the night, see, now I'm barely talkin' (Barely)
I had fell off down the road, I had to re-walk it (Switch it up real quick)
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I need all exotics
Unc' got shot six times, now his arm robotic
Plug said he got some Turtle Pies, I told him, "Large amount me"
Poured a deuce in a ginger ale and gave the pop to Quanny
f*ck it, I'm finna pop a Roxi'
Young Latino b*tch like to f*ck, she a hot tamale
b*tch scream my name, I'll up the Glock on the paparazzi
I let off twenty-seven shots, Ri tried to stop me
Yeah, I like to overdo it
Don't need no drugs to catch a body, I'm a sober shooter
Dog sh*t Records on the rise, we controllin' music
Heard dog committed suicide 'cause we ain't know his music
Now, that's a sad case
Got my di*k sucked for two hours with the mad face
b*tch burnt out, she put my semen in a glass case
Eleven hundred hours worth of tails in my ashtray

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I had the shakes when I was born, I'm a crack baby
Probably why when I ain't got codeine, I always ask crazy
n*ggas drinkin' cut swearin' they high, you just actin' lazy
Mike daddy got a Mustang, he love to drag race it
Ayy, I need a calculator
Bump stock on the 9, this a Glock half-a-eighthy
Hundred-round drum on it, I act crazy
My daddy walked out when I was young, damn, crack raised me
Dawg a plug, I asked him how he get the slabs flaky
He says, "Daddy threw bricks," I think Shaq raised him
Bag just dropped, it's nine pounds, like a fat baby
I'm finna cut the chorus
Slam dunk on the b*tch pus*y then touch the board
Told Will, "Pop this n*gga for me," 'cause he look bored
Okay, I'm ready for my sixteen, E, press record
Alright, now let's get to it
Mike dropped thirty on a n*gga, told him, "Quit shooting"
Doubled back then shot him in the head, the n*gga kept movin'
Yesterday, I ain't have no drank, that's why I kept pootin'
Found a pint of red last week and had sex to it
Ayy, now, let's keep movin'
Bottom half all Balenciaga, but the rest Gucci
They lock the door when I walk in 'cause I'm important
n*gga, that ain't Actavis, that's some Morton
I still want it, bro, but I ain't payin' more than forty