[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got greese
It's a Wayne beat
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
It's some money on the floor, I know the way
I might catch an uber to the pape don't run away
If the bitch wanna leave, I might let her run away
[?] I'm driving also getting head along the way
This shit easy, I could drop a song and give a song away
I'm fresh out the streets, just gave my trap phone away
Just at your middle man [?] sold a quarter yesterday
Was on the edge of Texas, looking at the border yesterday
Bought some shoes that don't come out til next year yesterday
Didn't even have to kill the beef, he just somehow passed away
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Counting paper, we ain't popping out today
Headshot, D.O.A., [?] operate
Already loaded, plug fronting, but I told him I can wait
Went from selling medison to making what your doctor make
I've been tryna consintrate, blowing cronic, Dr. Dre
Back hurting, big cuban on this chain, a lotta weight
Too many demans in my wake, sometimes I feel I gotta pray
Carti a left, Patek on my right, got time today
Cold nigga, they ain't believed it, til I showed niggas
Old niggas ask for paper, knowing they old niggas
Tried to give them the blueprint, and I ain't know Jigga
Now they so bitter, I had to watch them [?]
Cigar smokers and don sippers [?] liquor
It was 40's in the bag, now it's 40 in my bag
Me and my man [?] 40 bring a mask
You got nervous with that Glock, threw your 40 in the trash
Blew 40 on the bracelet, number 40 in the stash
10 on your [?] 40 in your stash, all cash
Asking [?] apartment full of bags
He up to something, he talking fast
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I know he up to something, so I'm walking fast
Hoodie zipped up, used [?] for a mask
Just got to break it down, can see the evidence in the trash
Pour the water on [?]
Running man, [?]
He might probably spend some money, make sure you get this man
60 racks on me, I feel like I made it too fast
I did a feature, then an ep, then a feature and a half
OK, you want a whole boe or a half?
Why you like her? 'Cause she pretty in the face or the ass?
I used to trap the whole thing, know how long shit'll last
I used to cheat on my bitch, not knowing when she coming back
I was looking for some drank, my nigga pulled it out his ass
Pulled up in the sprinter, I was jumping out the back
Whoever jumping out behind me, I was jumping no strap
[Verse 4: Dave East]
When the dope was good, I seen fiends jumping out the trap
Outa town, only thinking racks, hoping I get back
From the bench to a star player, bags I used to [?]
Headtap him, he ain't been the same since
