Split Second lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray]
Alright
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, yeah
You had a split second there to catch me, aight
Oh you had to catch me

[Verse 1: Louie Ray & YN Jay]
You had a split second there to catch me
Black n*gga, I be showing out at night like I'm Wesley
I'm in deep but I be movin' through this sh*t at a jet speed
I be really out here dealing with it, I can meet needs
Fresh n*gga livin what I rap, you gotta meet me
You tryna earn a verse from JLK you gotta beat me
Bring it to him, put it up close, make it 3D
Don't think that 'cause I'm out here getting money you gon' eat free
(Yeah, alright, psh)
If this ain't the motivation, what it gotta be?
My west n*ggas having complications tryna vibe East
What's the chicken on a feature, bro? I think a five piece
You want Jay to say "Hold on!" oh, that's a 9 piece
I woke up in LA on the sheets with a dime piece
Bossin' over pasta with the shrimp, that's a light feast
20 thousand on me everyday, 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Okay
That's what we gon' do? Alright
I-, alright, I ain't gon' do that
I-, no, I can't do that either
I'll put the-, yeah!
I put the clippers to your head where the line be
I was posted up on the corner where the sign be
I knew I was doing good, they wanna sign me
I can f*ck this b*tch for 30 minutes, wanna time me?
I can't swim but I jumped in the water, it was 9 feet
I just hit a b*tch from overseas, she was Chinese
Ahhhh!
Freak b*tch give me good head, it was sloppy
I done f*cked my leg up tryna wheelie on a dirtbike
I done came suit and tie, got me lookin' like a church guy
I can see n*ggas hate from far away with my third eye, aight
b*tch I don't want you, I want your best friend
Married to the money, you see Louie, that's my best man (Hahaha)
Okay, build the block up and knock it down like Tetris
Pull up on your block, shoot some deep like Stephen
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
People tend to f*ck you over man, I ain't helpin'
You can smell a nine on my breath, I just belched it
He couldn't tell I had my gun on me, but felt it (Bow, bow!)
This my real life I rap, I ain't wrestlin
I'm up late runnin' to the money now I'm s-, alright
I'm up late runnin' to the money, not sexin'
I be tryna tell it T to your face, f*ck textin'
Hot play plugged up in the truck, I stretch it
Pull up, sellin' n*ggas quarters on the ave, no necklace
I'm on the same corner, n*ggas die here, learn lessons
Reckless with the hand to hand, sh*t can get hectic

[Outro: Louie Ray]
sh*t can get bad out here, n*ggas in these streets
It's not a playground n*gga