[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
It's all red, off of white though
He ain't coming here to kill nobody, but he might though
She ain't that bad, but I wanna hit her, it's the hype though
Sound like a fight when we fucking, but we fight though
I was walking out the trap, [?] whole time
Still grinding, [?] froze mine
Big diamonds sitting in my Cartis, got the [?]
Bitch can't even run off with a picture, getting clothes lined
I feel like n***as need [?] it up, [?]
[?] flying
I made a million dollars independent, 'cause I won't sign
I'ma leave a dead body in a car, ghost riding
Two girls with me at once, got them both [?]
I'ma kill a n***a if he play, but don't promote vilance
I ain't know which jacket fit the best, so I got both sizes
I know the streets don't work for everybody, 'cause my bro tried it

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
How you be with me and my opps? You both siding
My bitch act just like her best friend, they be both lieing
All these hoes atatched to me, I got ho ties
Your bitch, she boring as hell, ain't got no vibe
I can see these n***as hating through both eyes
I done got too big, [?] cosigns
No, I ain't got 20 dollars, but I got 45's
N***as out here happy with no cheese, on the broke side
How you charge an arm and leg for the drank and [?]
N***a got V.C., I got real bucks
You know you a nasty lil bitch, she a nasty lil bitch, and you still fucked
Shit, my young n***a at the gas station doing fill ups
Me and my n***as made mans, you can't kill us
I can spend everything I have and be still up
N***a got a rusty ass gun, put your steal up
N***a got some bullshit atributes, put your stills up
Damn
Alright
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Heard the opposition doing bad, so I'm still up
I can't do a whole perc 30, cut the pill up
Fuck it, I'ma go to Johnny Dang, do my grill up
Car [?] my lil homie doing fill ups
Knife on me, but my n***a [?] got the tool tucked
You just saw me by the brick [?]
250, 300, had a juice run
Drop a 6 in a cream soda in a duse cup
Exposed to the streets before my time, I was too young
Pussy had me late to the club, it was too [?]
[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Looking for the new J's that dropped, I'm on a shoe run
N***a pulled out a pare of dice, you wanna shoot some?
N***a got a bullshit [?], he ain't gon' shoot none
Pulled so much money out the bank, I touched new money
I just pulled up in a droptop with the roof on it
3200 for the pint, lines 200
N***a pay a hundred for a line, mine's 200
[?]
Favorite holliday Halloween, you can't scare us
N***a grouping up with [?] tryna pare up
Labels hit the bullshit contract, I'm finna
Alright
Labels hit the bullshit contract, I'm finna tear up
I don't want it