[Intro: YN Jay]
What I just say?
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ah, fuck
Alright

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I charge, ah
I charge up in this bitch like I’m Goku
I don't need a box for a TV, this a Roku
I got these motherfuckers sick like some old food
Ah
Auntie in the kitchen cookin', smell like soul food
I put my whole fuckin’ life on Pro Tools
Louie said he want all fifties, he don't want blues
Grindin', ain't ate shit all day, I don't want food
Ah, let me charge up
Huah
I'ma display in first class, put the cars up
This a coffee cup, but it did not come from Starbucks

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Seen my bitch ridin' with a n***a, shot the car up
Told E split the Xanny with me, chop the bar up
I don't say pour lean no more, Wock’ the ’Hardt up
My son know how to load the gun, he a smart fuck
Let him leave with the strap, hе shot the park up
Before I lеarn to cut a piece of cake, I chop hard up
Before I drink some Activis that's fake, I’ll pour Par up
Ah, Jay, I'm charged up too
Seen an opp at Summerfield, that's a shot-up school
Drunk an eight of Wock' straight, it look like I shot up food
Dropped dog gettin’ in his car, house got shot up too
They asked me who smoked dog, I ain't got a clue
Oh, your daddy do dog? I kinda knew
Teach me 'bout the EDD shit, bro, I'm kinda new
Let E smell the weed 'fore I buy, he a connoisseur
Baby mama put me on child support, I countersue her
Wayne tried to mix the song when we was done and we got into it
Smart as fuck, but when I get caught up, I'm kinda stupid
Bitch, you got ass shots, that is not your booty
Fucked twelve hoes raw this week, I think I got the cooties
Told Jay he can't drop a chain if it's not a coochie
A red n***a drunk with dreads in his head, I'm not with Poody
You ain't never heard a n***a say he shot at Louie
I can't pay a n***a to kill for me, bro, I gotta do it
They wonder how I made a half a mil', I dropped a lot of music
Take the Draco to the booth and drop chopper music
I ain't poured no lean, I cracked the pint open and poured pop into it
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Alright
I be fuckin' so much, I'm prostitutin'
How many fiends in your city? 'Cause mine's polluted
Cracked the seal and let the weed stank, ain't nobody pooted
I be sellin' pills you can pop, couple n***as oodle
You can't even stand on your own like your legs noodle
I be poppin' up in hoes' mouth, n***a, and Google
I can get you eggroll fried, n***a, and woodle
I told myself don't let myself get ahead of myself
Chain sittin' on my dresser, the heat in the bed
Go to war with n***as' hood, I'm paintin' it red
Zo be sellin' five packs at time, that was eighty a head (N***a)
I had to hate the n***a, put eight in his head
Pourin' out half of the pop to put eight in the rest
Bro noddin' out sittin' up, he breakin' his neck
I be always doin' real shit like breakin' a check (Come on)

[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
I ain't ask you phone for a bitch, she expectin' a text
Sellin' dope out the st—
Sellin' dope out the glass jar, left an eight in the 'Rex
Told bro grab a Backwood, put an eighthy that
My fiend keep beggin' for a front, he makin' me mad
My white girl buyin' pills back to back, she makin' me laugh
Been actin' an ass my whole motherfuckin' life, I was a clown in the class
Damn, I mean class clown
N***as know they'll get beat the fuck up, they put them straps down
Put my fiend in a headlock on Thursday night, but this ain't Smackdown
I was out the way for a minute, but I'm back now