[Intro]
(Superior Outlet)
(Bass God)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I need another Perc', I ain't feelin' it
She done let me hit her from the side, I was killin' it
She done let me fuck first night for the experience
She gon' put her pussy on the floor, it ain't no fear in it
You ran up through my phone, got you hurt now
You done found out some deeper shit, so it's worse now
Never could stack the money up, I had to learn how
I felt like it had to be a setup, so I turned out
Streets real, ain't no time for tearin' up
Got steered the wrong way, I should've popped some lettuce
The streets adopted me, the corner stores fed us
You tend to make the most progression when you fed up
Pressure break a weak link, you gotta hold your head up
I don't even be surprised when a n***a said somethin'
How the fuck she know about me? N***a must've said somethin'
I'ma pull up in that Gucci button up unbuttoned
Scuff these, ash on my jeans, I'm thuggin'
Fitted cap turned, pockets big like Excursions
Shake when I speak 'cause I be livin' every word
I be doin' somethin' that's illegal every turn
Two-five of zazas, two-five of Sherb'
I tilt the 'Rex a little to the side when I stir
I don't like to noddin' while I drive off the syrup
I'm the type of n***a cop a big of the work
You the type of n***a feel big on the first
Okay, this time the Gucci sign on side of the shirt
Numb to the pain, that part of me don't even work
Numb to the pain, that part of me don't even work
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bitch tryna fuck knowin' I'm high off all these Percs'
Like, baby, not right now, that part of me don't even work
I might fuck around and oot a line of the purp'
My breath smell like a freshly cracked pint when I burp
Sell me some cut, you must wanna die over this syrup
Tryna drink raw, I wasted a whole line on my shirt
I'm off seven OxyContins, babe, my mind don't even work
I'm so high, if I try to squint my eyes, it's gon' hurt
I told the lil' bitch bend over and knocked her frame loose
I'll hit a n***a in his head and waste brain juice
Unc' tryna climb a tree again, that's what cocaine do
N***as act like Superman with pape', bro, what you can't do?

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
We gon' take it to the moon and then beyond it
Knowin' its a snake around be fuckin' with my conscience
I be servin' every fiend raw without the condom
Can't nobody stop us comin' up and that's a promise
I'ma wiggle 'round in every city tryna find it
I turn the music up to fifty M's when I'm ridin'
This rappin' got me stuck with fifty M's on my mind
If I ain't lookin' through a tinted lens, I ain't drivin'

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Ayy, I'll make a n***a disappear, but I do not know magic
A n***a said he was gon' slide, but that is not gon' happen
I'll make a n***a car stop like he got caught in traffic
I feel like Kobe, if I shoot it, I am not gon' pass it
I'll put a n***a on a picture, I don't need a flyer
Bro just hit the road by his self, he don't need a driver
Flame a n***a up with one strike, I don't need a lighter
Hit him far away with a K, I don't need a sniper
Ayy, I hate when a snake around, that shit irk my nerves
High as hell, I had a play, I forgot my gurb
N***a thought he had it planned out, but it's not gon' work
Ayy, n***a thought he had Act', it was not no purp'
Servin' all the fiends, I got a line on the first
A n***a hit me up, he got a pound for a verse
Ayy, you can't hit my cup, I paid that high for the purp'
He need a new connect, he paid that high for the work