[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Greese, oh you ain't know that was my last name?
I just hit a bitch yesterday off my last game
If I score 30 points today, it was a bad game
You don’t know me, what's my last name?
How you couldn't hit her? She a freak, you got bad aim
How you got a drum and you ain’t hit him? You got bad aim
[?] he can't shoot no more [?]
But he ain't even know, I shoot like Max Pain
Kill a n***a, then dump his body like [?]
[?] is that ass fake?

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I gotta slap her from the bottom, is that ass fake?
I gotta know before I hit you though, do that ass stank?
If I took a trip out the way, can that ass wait?
Or is you gon be like my last ho, [?]
I gotta rep, cause [?]
Imma try to get the head up out her, [?] headake
Think about it, keep it real with her, she know the bread break
[?] bread say
[?] can smell hate
I can break it down for you, watch how I narrate
Imma zig zag like [?]
[?] real money [?] fuck a hundred K
Blow a thousand bricks [?]
Make a touchdown with a bag [?]
[?] so when she suck dick, she make a bird face
I be counting up this money everyday [?]
Whoever said it's fuck me, shit, I feel the same
Jay [?] charge [?]
[?] feel the [?]
[?]
[?] still the same
I don't think they really knowing how we is [?]
Start to lose focus [?]