[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Okay, I'm going to get mine, better get yours
I was up fuckin' all night, It got my hip sore
Talkin' bitches right up out they panties what my lips for
Shoot a n***a dead in his legs, he was 6'4"
Yeah, you ain't naked enough for me, baby, strip more
Tryna get the load from overseas, we need a ship for it
Send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours
(Just send your confirmation number now and I'll ship yours)
I need a cigarette, I'm countin' out a hundred bands or more
I'm off a hundred milligrams, deuce of green, and a four
I just bought this, you know I gotta ride by the store
Ahk cool, he told my PO I work at the store
I be sittin' in thе parking lot like I work at the door
I'm halfway through my cup and I think I might need some morе
If you get blew at unexpectedly, then that might be the North
Got a trunk full of fireworks, ain't talking 'bout the Fourth

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Ayy, okay, it's game time
Forty-round clip on that Drac', that bitch got hangtime
Round kick to the head, then punch him out like a cage fighter
Unc' been doin' dog for ten years, he a vein finder
OG told me if you want him dead, you gotta aim higher
I get high as Delta Air Lines, I'm a plane flyer
Auntie used to smoke nothin' but hard, now she a 'caine buyer
Drag race the 'Cat on some red, I'm a drank driver
[Verse 3: Unkle D Money]
This Black Cherry strong as fuck, I can't even hit it
Off an eight, passed out in the pussy, I can't even finish
Auntie called with a 90 script, I let Freaky get it
I heard crack high, started hittin' the girl, but I don't beat my bitches
Woke up, twenty bands on a card, I think Jesus did it
Fire BIN, punches hitting hard, I think freezer in it
Me and Louie Ray smokin' Coochie Land, this ain't the coochie song
Stuff your bitch with a thousand scripts if her coochie long
Young bitch say she experienced, I guess her coochie grown

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Walkin' through a dirty dopehouse with Gucci on
Ayy, I went to Golden Son, bro, these ain't the same diamonds
Cut the dope down to baguettes and sell cocaine diamonds
VVS stones, I'm in the trap with VVS on
Thirteen meth O's got me spendin' all the extra pros
Who need some puppy right now? I got a red nose
Eight red O's, pourin' deuces with my redbone
Fuck my bitch sister while she sleep, I know I'm dead wrong
Sold a thousand grams off this flip, this a sale phone

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
Yeah, okay, okay
Better kill me and say corona on the pack
I don't want it, you done let lil' homie breathe in the sack
Got the mind of a pit like I was bred to be that
I put a dime on his head, they brought a n***a's skull back
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Think you fucking with them Ghetto Boyz, hell nah
Real drink sipper, drop a four in my eggnog
Bitch pulled her pussy down, the car smell like a dead dog
I ain't never scammed in my life, bitch, I sell fraud
Bro want some zaz', he don't fuck with that Cookie shit
Appreciation day, my rocks bigger than Cookie Crisp
I bend her over, swipe the razor blade 'cross her pussy lips
I know it's bold, but I don't tolerate none of that pussy shit

[Verse 7: Unkle D Money]
Free 8Ball, still playin' the dog, you know it's blow tales
My n***a Barry hit the road, leave me the 'bow sales
Hibachi strong as fuck, this three-five got a 'bow smell
Smoke just walked in, big bag, we need a 'bow scale

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just hit a snitch bitch at the hotel
Dropped her off and made her make the whole gang Rotel
How you feelin' like a kingpin, you made four sales?
My young bitch pussy taste like water, it got no smell
Bought some bubble gum packs and filled it up with Dum Dumz
Three standard clips for the PLR and one drum
Groupie bitch tryna make her hit her raw, uh-uh
I been gettin' zips of soft in a drought for one-one
That's eleven hundred, Louis wallet close to seven hundred
Told my bitch she can leave, I think I got a better woman
Her name Wockeisha, I can't sell her 'cause that's prostitution
Muzzle on the K, hey, you ever heard a chopper pootin'?