[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Baby girl, you wanna fuck, it's whatever
You want a shopping spree [?]
I'll take you on a shopping spree, it's whatever
Johnny Dang want 40 for the teeth, it's whatever
Bitch say she wanna fuck right now, it's whatever
Rick Owens, Louie sweats, Gucci sweater
I be mixing up all the fashions together
I told Louie Ray that we stronger together
N***a said he want beef, it's whatever
When do you want this n***a dead? Whenever
Where you want me to catch him at? Wherever
And I don't care who that n***a with, whoever
Boom, boom, boom
Hold on real quick
I like skinny girls, and I like them real thick
For you lie and say some fake shit, say some real shit
You can't even shoot no free throw, Shaquille O'Neal shit
Boy, you [?] bad as hell, Shaquille O'Neal shit

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Everytime I talk, I'm kicking real shit
Real hustle music, [?] shit
Never had a real push behind me, but I'm still [?]
Don't even try and play with us, get your wig split
[?] so good, [?] still hit
Can't be waiting to get signed, you gotta [?]
A million dollars in the contract, I handle real bizz
I fuck bitches with blue checks and girlfriends