[Intro]
Enrgy made this one

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
OK, I'm beating her down crazy
When it come to running round these streets, I'm eduicated
Sit in one spot for a week, I'm meditating
The next time I popped back out, I'm going crazy
I wear Gucci everyday, [?] that's how I play it
I drunk eight lines, smoked two zips, that's why I'm faded
[?] is how it came
The promoter gave me everything he had, plus the change
Lil bitch say she love my vibe and hope I never change
When it get to going good, I know you hope it never rains
Aiming to be extrordinary, what's the point in being plane?
On my way to get some money, [?]

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
On the road, I can't stop, like I'm hopping on the plain
Pull up in the big body, like I'm blocking up the lanes
Fucking on my side bitches, got me lieing to my main
You put it on your n***a grave, you be lieing on your gang
I had to stop by the crib, [?]
You will steal from anybody, I can see it in your face
How you know this bitch thick?
I can see it by the waist
Can't wait to [?] I can see it by the [?]
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
You can tell by the stars, this a Double R
My T-shirt a mediam, but I do it double large
They probably saw me giving up, I saw me going far
They remember me from in the hood, when I was going hard

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
I make my young n***a take your whip like we was [?]
High as hell while I'm fly as hell, I can go to Mars
Bitch, I been a diamond in the rough, I been a fucking star
Yeah, I still fuck my hood bitch es, and I'm fucking stars
N***a, you a P.P.P. scam, you a fucking fraud
Why you always acting like some bitches,?
You a fucking broad
I was probably chilling with [?] that's my brother, y'all
Do this shit for my mama D, that's my mother, y'all
Bitch suck dick so good, she can juggle balls
Beat a n***a ass in the club, you gon' stumble, fall
Make everybody beat your ass, royal rumble, dawg

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
I just had to leave the booth, 'cause the junky called
I bet he thought this was a Lambo, when I cut him off
It ain't easy coming back from round us, if we cut us off
I'm the type of n***a pick you up, dust you off
Real [?] probably brush it off
[?] that was killing fiends, I was touching raw
Yeah, do it with bare hands
Hit the club on some gangsta shit, we don't square dance
[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Why you got them baggy jeans on?
You got square pants
I'll smack a n***a cross his face with my bare hands
One hit'll knock a n***a down, like a bear hand
Seen a drunk n***a drunk as hell at a beer stand
Old school n***a drunk as fuck off a beer can
Trapped across the street, and got hit through the [?]