Crack House lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I got chopper choppers, we gon' knock sh*t off his top, we hitting his gualla gualla
This new lick I got so [?], might be rich tomorrow
If you want [?] leave the partners
My hood so hood, but this sh*t [?] the projects
There ain't too many make it out this sh*t, I'm living Prada
This ain't that what I want or what I saw, I did and got it
Some sh*t f*ck with my mind for real, but I just hate the topic
I used to have them racks in shoes, now I got bank deposits
I put like 20 boles in there, this sh*t gon' stank the closet
I was broke so long for real, bro, I couldn't wait to sign it
I lost myself, couldn't wait to find it
This new bag that y'all call money, came with weight inside it
You know I grind hard, but I ain't tryna see myself sitting in a cell
Grind hard and show the world that you just need yourself
Lotta n*ggas died or went to jail, 'cause they couldn't get no help
I know some rich motherf*ckers who [?] I'm talking welth
I think I'm crazy, 'cause sometimes I just talk to myself
He said his [?] 40 racks, I got that sh*t in bails

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Bro hop out, bao bao, bao, [?] your ass
I skirt off, I do the dash
I do the dash
[?] I'm shooting dice, I'm throwing nats, nats
[?] bad b*tches fine, but you ain't even know that they rats, rats, rats
[?] out here telling, [?] out here rats, rats, rats
[?] I know that they got my back
[?] come from [?]
Lil brodie get low, [?]
Send shots first, but I heard some bullets come back, back, back
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I'm jumping out the newest Benz, they got this b*tch on matt black
I've been getting so much money lately, who gon' match that?
You can see that pus*y through them jeans, man, that cat fat
This b*tch ain't even got no back for real, she got her waist snatched
She been up and down because of stress, but got her weight back
Came to Baltimore to see the fight, I'm like where Tank at?
n*ggas' stories don't be raw for real, that sh*t be fake
My hood love me so much for what I did, I'm high in rank
It's so much [?] sometimes you hate what came with fame
I grew so much in these last couple years, I ain't the same