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[Intro]
Enrgy made this one

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Woke straight up out my sleep, on some get money sh*t
[?] just like a honey bun, but this a hundred clip
In L.A. in some Hoop shorts, can run with the stick
I'm in L.A. on the hooper, but the ball on a b*tch
Do it by myself, I don't call on a b*tch
Drop di*k, then balls on a b*tch
I don't want to, but if I gotta drop [?] on a b*tch
OK I stunted on him, because I balled on his b*tch
Stash for the Glock, but this a 2020 though
Young n*gga, but I'm getting plenty dough
FN bullets leave holes like cherios
But the [?] like a blue [?]

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Shooting dice on the block, I just got them [?]
We got stripes in our hood, but we ain't got [?] on
He just dissed me in a song, I just got him beat up on
n*ggas f*cked up at home right now, they need a lone
Don't invite them to this party, we don't get along
The plug just called with 10 pees, I'm finna get them gone
If a n*gga try me right now, I'ma get him gone
n*gga, take that sh*t off, you don't put it on
b*tch, your boyfriend broke, I'm finna put him on
Put some money on your head, and get you sh*tted on
Hit his ass with a leg shot, now he pidgen toed
Me and Louie locked in, 'cause he didn't fold
I can get a n*gga rolled up like a swisher roll
How you still hanging with him, when you know he told?
He don't come around no more, that n*gga know he bold
Three backwoods to the face, a n*gga overblowed
He was f*cking with the opps, that n*gga cover blowed
They think we ran out of f*cking bullets, but got another load
Why the f*ck you kissing on that b*tch? She get nutted on
These n*ggas out here cuffing b*tches, like Amber Rose
n*gga think he 'bout the blow, I bet a band he don't
Talking 'bout he 'bout to shoot, I bet a band he won't
[Verse 3: Louie Ray & YSR Gramz]
[?] open up for you, bet the fans be gone
When I bust his boe open, I bet a band it's strong
OK, you know I'm for real though

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Missed out on like ten racks, 'cause I overslept
Yeah, I'm the type of n*gga you don't overstep
Yeah, I rince all my lean bottles, ain't no overs left
Keep my strap on my right side, it don't know the left
She ain't ask for sh*t for Christmas, so I bought her bricks
A b*tch always ask for something, probably buy her less
[?] snitch, wire on, but it's wireless
I do business with some real n*ggas, come and hire us
Add 30 more to the kit, turn the fire up
Tried to run off with the work, tigh the buyer up
6 lines in the small pop, got me higher, huh
Perk desolved in the bottom, got me wired up
My hood don't buy work from nowhere else, 'cause I supply enough
Never notice what they talking 'bout, guess I don't try enough
It's hard to find exotic boes and sh*t, because I buy them up

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Soon as the boes touch down, n*gga fired up
Soon as they let him out the cell, n*gga, fire him up
He don't even know I f*cked his b*tch, I just tighed her up
I ain't even like this lil b*tch, I just lied to f*ck
I just lied to this lil b*tch like I'm broke, I'm up
n*gga, you ain't even got no money, you just mad you stuck