Interesting

[Intro: Louie Ray]

(Gas, it was cookin')

(It's a Wayne beat)

Shit

Okay

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]

Put him on his ass— Okay

Put him on his— Alright, yeah

Put him on his ass, he a bully

Last time you had some gas— Alright, yeah

Put him on his ass, he a bully

Last time that I heard you had gas, it was Cookie

Put two Backwoods side to side, roll a footie

I'm with two hoes, ain't keepin' promises 'cause I'ma boogie

Probably couldn't even tell the AR was under the hoodie

He get out of line while we in the bars, I'll whoop him

My nigga said he tryna catch another body, so I took it

I'm too street for industry, feel like they overlook me

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Need to be at least a hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me

Lookin' ovеr my shoulder, that's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr

Tote two Glocks in the Rover

Parked down by the river gettin' some shoulders

Rockin' a mink, it's colder

He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota

He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota

Ridin' 'round with a point guard like Dellavedova

Fuck you niggas, said it two times like I'm Casanova

My bitch rich, she want a steady man, think I'm fuckin' over

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]

Ah, where the fuck is Philly at?

I was in Philadelphia like where the fuck is Philly at?

I'm in the streets, I mean outside where all the trouble at

Used to give 'em lighters with they dope, and tell 'em call this number back

Okay, we're shit talkin', talk shit, this not the mumble rap

Callin' niggas broke in they face, okay, this not the humble rap

I can't see me fallin' off, forgot to how to stumble back

I'm fuckin' five hoes at once like it ain't hard to juggle that

He ain't got a solid foundation, we'll crumble that

Left QC to sell a QP and call Uber back

He flopped the street part of the test again, where tutor at?

How the fuck these niggas keep gettin' dropped, where the shooters at?

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]

Why these young bitches keep gettin' pregnant, where the cougars at?

I ain't talkin' new crib when I say where my movers at?

When these niggas start talkin' big homie shit, that's where they lose me at

The second found out she ain't fuckin', same second found where her Uber's at

On God

Shout out all the young niggas, real niggas, and the dope dealers (Yeah)

Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the ho killers

Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the ho stealers (Go)

Backdoor kickers

Finally started talkin' my shit, made eight figures (Yeah)

Ain't a bitch I think I can't fuck, niggas don't know

I ain't have to pay her for shit, these my hoes (Okay)

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]

You probably go to Macy's, I'm a Saks Fifth-er

Gotta have my hoes with racks, I think stacks fit her

She gon' put a dime in her back, that's an ass lifter

I be sayin', "I don't give a fuck," I'm not an ass kisser

I be in they bitch— alright

I be gettin' in a bitch guts, you ever had liver?

I'ma eat the plate wild as hell, I never had dinner

I'm the team captain for the squad, I'm not a half member

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]

How many hoes I fucked in my life? I don't half remember

I do know I made like ten million since the last November

Why I open my head out the window, dawg? It's still the winter

On they ass, she think I'm a pirate, so shiver me timbers

[Verse 7: Louie Ray]

It really ain't that far to drive to Michigan

I'ma hold the road down, pop a Michelin

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, the streets instrest-ing

[Outro: Lil Yachty]

Nigga, you mean interesting?

The fuck?