[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Gas, it was cookin')
(It's a Wayne beat)
Shit
Okay

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Put him on his ass— Okay
Put him on his— Alright, yeah
Put him on his ass, he a bully
Last time you had some gas— Alright, yeah
Put him on his ass, he a bully
Last time that I heard you had gas, it was Cookie
Put two Backwoods side to side, roll a footie
I'm with two hoes, ain't keepin' promises 'cause I'ma boogie
Probably couldn't even tell the AR was under the hoodie
He get out of line while we in the bars, I'll whoop him
My n***a said he tryna catch another body, so I took it
I'm too street for industry, feel like they overlook me

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Need to be at least a hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' ovеr my shoulder, that's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr
Tote two Glocks in the Rover
Parked down by the river gettin' some shoulders
Rockin' a mink, it's colder
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota
Ridin' 'round with a point guard like Dellavedova
Fuck you n***as, said it two times like I'm Casanova
My bitch rich, she want a steady man, think I'm fuckin' over
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Ah, where the fuck is Philly at?
I was in Philadelphia like where the fuck is Philly at?
I'm in the streets, I mean outside where all the trouble at
Used to give 'em lighters with they dope, and tell 'em call this number back
Okay, we're shit talkin', talk shit, this not the mumble rap
Callin' n***as broke in they face, okay, this not the humble rap
I can't see me fallin' off, forgot to how to stumble back
I'm fuckin' five hoes at once like it ain't hard to juggle that
He ain't got a solid foundation, we'll crumble that
Left QC to sell a QP and call Uber back
He flopped the street part of the test again, where tutor at?
How the fuck these n***as keep gettin' dropped, where the shooters at?

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Why these young bitches keep gettin' pregnant, where the cougars at?
I ain't talkin' new crib when I say where my movers at?
When these n***as start talkin' big homie shit, that's where they lose me at
The second found out she ain't fuckin', same second found where her Uber's at
On God
Shout out all the young n***as, real n***as, and the dope dealers (Yeah)
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the ho killers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the ho stealers (Go)
Backdoor kickers
Finally started talkin' my shit, made eight figures (Yeah)
Ain't a bitch I think I can't fuck, n***as don't know
I ain't have to pay her for shit, these my hoes (Okay)
[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
You probably go to Macy's, I'm a Saks Fifth-er
Gotta have my hoes with racks, I think stacks fit her
She gon' put a dime in her back, that's an ass lifter
I be sayin', "I don't give a fuck," I'm not an ass kisser
I be in they bitch— alright
I be gettin' in a bitch guts, you ever had liver?
I'ma eat the plate wild as hell, I never had dinner
I'm the team captain for the squad, I'm not a half member

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
How many hoes I fucked in my life? I don't half remember
I do know I made like ten million since the last November
Why I open my head out the window, dawg? It's still the winter
On they ass, she think I'm a pirate, so shiver me timbers

[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
It really ain't that far to drive to Michigan
I'ma hold the road down, pop a Michelin
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, the streets instrest-ing

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
N***a, you mean interesting?
The fuck?