Bubbling lyrics

[Verse 1: T LB$]
[?] on my sister, we ain't talked in weeks
I wrote this sh*t vibing, I [?] f*ck this beat
[?] nothing cheep
Eight of Wok, split that with my b*tch before we go to sleep
Said she want 40 for the pus*y, so I know it's weak
Asked me could she get a perc for 40? b*tch, I need [?]
Your b*tch, she can never [?] she addicted to beans
My cousin got shot, now he always get the script from me

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Yeah I'm back up
Pistol on me now, call for backup
By the time I make it there, [?] stretch from [?]
Ri called me like "What's going on?" I threw a tantrem
Shot a couple n*ggas [?] random
OK the straightest hoеs [?] Flint, I done had them
f*ck her with an aditudе, I blew another magnom
The way I f*ck the money up, [?] another magnom
n*gga, I'm the good son, Ri the bad one

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
My brother Ray the cool child, I'm the mad one
We always rapping 'bout a body, b*tch, I had one
Who got some clean bricks? I grab one
It be hard for me to chase a b*tch, I got azma
Used to be a broke n*gga, selling plaza
Now I'm riding through the neighborhood in a Phantom
Hit a b*tch last night, ain't know her name, she look like a Jasmine
A n*gga take something from me, must want [?]
[Verse 4: T LB$]
My ex left me hanging in the joint, I don't need that b*tch
Getting money and I'm living different, I don't need no licks
Social distance from these broke hoes, don't ask e sh*t
pus*y, you is not a trendsetter, you really a b*tch
Quarter pointed, but you beat the case, you really a snitch
Hold a n*gga in the county jail, I need [?]
Off the molly, baby went to sleep, so you know that I'm p*ssed
This b*tch sell [?] she don't just strip

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
Despite this rap sh*t, I still trap
3 [?] 38's, 40's all clap
I ain't tryna hear what dawg talking 'bout, it's all [?]
[?] stacks, n*ggas come from all that
n*gga think he going [?] back
Outa town doing features, bringing all the whites back
Pulling n*ggas to the side, like where the Off White at?
In Talito with it on me, and a baseball [?]

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Don't believe what n*ggas saying, it's all baseball cap
Oh your n*gga got some money? I take dawg racks
Made a killing last year, selling fake dawg packs
My n*gga going outa town, bringing fentinal back
Busting in your b*tch mouth, probably why her jaw's fat
Woke up in a b*tch house, don't know where my draws at
Only on the backstreets, I don't be where the laws at
I just missed out on a pint, let me call Paul back