[Intro]
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm finna overdo the Wok, I'm getting high as hell
This somebody merch I got on, but I'm fly as hell
I'm on the top floor chilling, intercontenell
I feel mistreated out here too, I'm like free YSL
Got hundreds on top of hundreds, [?]
[?] my n***as [?] off drank [?]
She ain't just lose herself out here, she lost me as well
N***a, to survive [?] have to be [?]
Back [?] smoke, 20 off the smell
It's 20 bucks an 8th, grab it off the scale
Big guns for whoever think I'm small and frale
Shit get crazier еvery day, it's like we livе in Hell

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Why you so loud, bro? You ain't gotta yell
My n***a get locked up so much, like he live by the jail
He out here sweating [?] hard, I think he 'bout to tell
Got so much mud up in my cup, I think it's 'bout to spill
I pour more drank inside my cup, until it's 'bout to spill
I got [?] I ain't gotta sell
[?] trapping all day, but he ain't caught a sale
I've been [?] they call me Papa Bear
How you get this gun [?] chop in there
Looking for him, [?]
Clean him up, I got the mop in here
The city realise what I did, bro, you ain't gotta care
Fall asleep [?] I've been getting high all day
[?] basement, she been getting high all day
Bitch asked me to send a location, I told her find your way
Funny ass n***a, I told a bitch she got a ryno face
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Jay threw a party just for drank, call it the pour out
I booked the other side and threw a party, call it the smoke out
This jewelry got me [?] wore a coat out
Important than a motherfucker, brought [?]
The streets fucked up, in real life, they love to show out
These n***as do shit for no reason, so I don't go out
These homicides like suicides, if you ask me
You can't be going to catch one body, 45 [?]

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
You know you shouldn't be riding around on the backstreets
Pull up white escolade, V with the black seats
Bitch got a long neck, she can suck it from the backseat
Hood n***as bairley selling drugs, 'cause the crack cheap
I'm looking for some shit that you can't find, like where the Ac be?
I'm the odd n***a out the circle, I'm the black sheep
I think this bitch pregnant, she got fat feet
You just tryna entertain the fans, fake rap beef
Two n***as [?] the hood, I know that [?]
I got a tool in my jack, boy, Kodak beef

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
[?] for a couple months, right back beef
[?] we be right back [?]