[Intro]
Enrgy made this one

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Woke straight up out my sleep, on some get money shit
[?] just like a honey bun, but this a hundred clip
In L.A. in some Hoop shorts, can run with the stick
I'm in L.A. on the hooper, but the ball on a bitch
Do it by myself, I don't call on a bitch
Drop dick, then balls on a bitch
I don't want to, but if I gotta drop [?] on a bitch
OK I stunted on him, because I balled on his bitch
Stash for the Glock, but this a 2020 though
Young n***a, but I'm getting plenty dough
FN bullets leave holes like cherios
But the [?] like a blue [?]

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Shooting dice on the block, I just got them [?]
We got stripes in our hood, but we ain't got [?] on
He just dissed me in a song, I just got him beat up on
N***as fucked up at home right now, they need a lone
Don't invite them to this party, we don't get along
The plug just called with 10 pees, I'm finna get them gone
If a n***a try me right now, I'ma get him gone
N***a, take that shit off, you don't put it on
Bitch, your boyfriend broke, I'm finna put him on
Put some money on your head, and get you shitted on
Hit his ass with a leg shot, now he pidgen toed
Me and Louie locked in, 'cause he didn't fold
I can get a n***a rolled up like a swisher roll
How you still hanging with him, when you know he told?
He don't come around no more, that n***a know he bold
Three backwoods to the face, a n***a overblowed
He was fucking with the opps, that n***a cover blowed
They think we ran out of fucking bullets, but got another load
Why the fuck you kissing on that bitch? She get nutted on
These n***as out here cuffing bitches, like Amber Rose
N***a think he 'bout the blow, I bet a band he don't
Talking 'bout he 'bout to shoot, I bet a band he won't
[Verse 3: Louie Ray & YSR Gramz]
[?] open up for you, bet the fans be gone
When I bust his boe open, I bet a band it's strong
OK, you know I'm for real though

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Missed out on like ten racks, 'cause I overslept
Yeah, I'm the type of n***a you don't overstep
Yeah, I rince all my lean bottles, ain't no overs left
Keep my strap on my right side, it don't know the left
She ain't ask for shit for Christmas, so I bought her bricks
A bitch always ask for something, probably buy her less
[?] snitch, wire on, but it's wireless
I do business with some real n***as, come and hire us
Add 30 more to the kit, turn the fire up
Tried to run off with the work, tigh the buyer up
6 lines in the small pop, got me higher, huh
Perk desolved in the bottom, got me wired up
My hood don't buy work from nowhere else, 'cause I supply enough
Never notice what they talking 'bout, guess I don't try enough
It's hard to find exotic boes and shit, because I buy them up

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Soon as the boes touch down, n***a fired up
Soon as they let him out the cell, n***a, fire him up
He don't even know I fucked his bitch, I just tighed her up
I ain't even like this lil bitch, I just lied to fuck
I just lied to this lil bitch like I'm broke, I'm up
N***a, you ain't even got no money, you just mad you stuck