Free YSL lyrics

[Intro]
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm finna overdo the Wok, I'm getting high as hell
This somebody merch I got on, but I'm fly as hell
I'm on the top floor chilling, intercontenell
I feel mistreated out here too, I'm like free YSL
Got hundreds on top of hundreds, [?]
[?] my n*ggas [?] off drank [?]
She ain't just lose herself out here, she lost me as well
n*gga, to survive [?] have to be [?]
Back [?] smoke, 20 off the smell
It's 20 bucks an 8th, grab it off the scale
Big guns for whoever think I'm small and frale
sh*t get crazier еvery day, it's like we livе in Hell

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Why you so loud, bro? You ain't gotta yell
My n*gga get locked up so much, like he live by the jail
He out here sweating [?] hard, I think he 'bout to tell
Got so much mud up in my cup, I think it's 'bout to spill
I pour more drank inside my cup, until it's 'bout to spill
I got [?] I ain't gotta sell
[?] trapping all day, but he ain't caught a sale
I've been [?] they call me Papa Bear
How you get this gun [?] chop in there
Looking for him, [?]
Clean him up, I got the mop in here
The city realise what I did, bro, you ain't gotta care
Fall asleep [?] I've been getting high all day
[?] basement, she been getting high all day
b*tch asked me to send a location, I told her find your way
Funny ass n*gga, I told a b*tch she got a ryno face
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Jay threw a party just for drank, call it the pour out
I booked the other side and threw a party, call it the smoke out
This jewelry got me [?] wore a coat out
Important than a motherf*cker, brought [?]
The streets f*cked up, in real life, they love to show out
These n*ggas do sh*t for no reason, so I don't go out
These homicides like suicides, if you ask me
You can't be going to catch one body, 45 [?]

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
You know you shouldn't be riding around on the backstreets
Pull up white escolade, V with the black seats
b*tch got a long neck, she can suck it from the backseat
Hood n*ggas bairley selling drugs, 'cause the crack cheap
I'm looking for some sh*t that you can't find, like where the Ac be?
I'm the odd n*gga out the circle, I'm the black sheep
I think this b*tch pregnant, she got fat feet
You just tryna entertain the fans, fake rap beef
Two n*ggas [?] the hood, I know that [?]
I got a tool in my jack, boy, Kodak beef

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
[?] for a couple months, right back beef
[?] we be right back [?]