[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Damn, I'm fucked up
Damn, I fucked up
Damn, I'm fucked up
Damn, I fucked up
Damn, I'm fucked up
Damn, I fucked up
Damn, I'm fucked up
Damn, I fucked up
I done blew all my money, I done fucked up
I done did some bullshit, I done fucked up
Talking crazy in the club, get you fucked up
I'm drunk as hell in the club, bitch, I'm fucked up
Why you let me fucked up?
'Cause I know I'm drunk
Talking crazy in the club, I bet I smack my bitch
My bitch thought I was a pimp, I don't pimp these hoes
Bitch eat too much corn bread, that's where the jiffy go
I knew it was something 'bout your body, where your titties go?
Thеy was just flat, but now they round and they perky though
Why you keep asking whеre I'm at? I'm in the city, ho
I told Wallo I'm the kid, like Gillie though
Bitch used to [?] diner, she want [?] though
Bitch titties hold a lotta milk, like serial
N***a got some bullshit diamonds on, it's [?]
Bitch think I'm lieing 'bout where I'm at, that's where I really go
N***a, that is not my blood cousin, that's Kenny folk
In the ocean riding in Miami, in a [?] boat
Bitch I got the city on my back, like an [?] coat
Why you always speaking on some shit that you don't really know?
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Left him stressed out, he done made it to the news
I'ma take you through the neighborhood, explore the zoo
I told Jay when we get rich, I want [?] blue
I made the hood Forbs List, this year and last too
I could've fucked four, but only fucked three, I had to
[?] that I got [?] glad to
My n***a [?] crib, but he ain't got a pass to
I'm in the hood between the hood, somewhere you gotta pass through
Here 'bout some money, [?] you ain't gotta ask who
Ain't even gotta make the money, n***a, the bag do
[?] gotta be the best around, ask Lou