[Intro: Louie Ray]
(313 Mafia)
Ah
Okay
Yeah
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Yeah, alright
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Nigga, I'm gettin' a lot of dollars
I might blow all the pink fifties on the Wockiana
Yeah, alright, alright, yeah
This bitch squeal like a pig, make the Glock holler
Watch out, I'm finna ball on this nigga, we is not partners
Diamonds poppin', make your eyes pop right out the socket
I just brought another 'bow of weed, this is not the socket
Fuckin' five-thousand for a verse, I'm tryna stuff the pockets
I can't keep this to myself, I think they know I got it
I been out here since a jit, ayy, who the hood adopted?
Can't keep my hands up off my safe, I'm doin' too good to lock it (No)
I can't smoke no forty an eighth, I'm doin' too good to cop it
I know I shouldn't even be out hеre, but I'm too hood to stop it
I know ain't no timers in my hood, but I'm so good, I'm clockin'
If I need you like you need mе, you know we good, I'm poppin'
I wake up and chase it daily, becoming too good— ah
I wake up and chase it daily, it's been too good to stop it
They think it's easy gettin' up to the moon like we done caught a rocket
I keep this bitch ready all the time, see, I ain't gotta cock it
[Interlude: YN Jay]
Ha-ha-ha
I'm finna— yeah, alright, alright, okay, alright
I'm f— ah
Finna call somebody to— ayy
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Have somebody beat your auntie ass, I'm finna call my mama
Have somebody beat your sister ass, I'm finna call Shelina
Have my cousin beat your cousin up, I'm finna call lil' Ronda
Black nigga in a Presidential, they think I'm Obama
I'll make Eigh— yeah, fuck
I'll make Eighty beat your ass, I'm finna call lil' Mondo
This ain't a six piece order, hit him with a combo
I just dropped a nine when I was in Boston, bitch, I feel like Rondo
Nigga said he livin' in a mansion, got a small-ass condo
Nigga said he got a Bentley truck, he got a Honda Civic
I just wanna fuck you, then I'm leavin', can't waste time with bitches
I'll leave a bitch— ah (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Damn, damn, bitch
Bitch, why you so damn close? Bitch, back back, bitch
Bitch, back back, you too close to me
How the fuck you ain't got ten dollars? You too broke to me
Why the fuck you keep callin' my phone? What you want from me?
How the fuck you owe me some bread? What you loan from me?
Damn, I'm stuck in the lean coma, can you pour for me?
Put a green light on your head, can you go for me?
Put a green light, beam green on your head, knock your— Ah
Knock your face off
Wild, wild West, I'm in the street havin' a face off
Nigga said he was a superhero, knock your cape off
Phil just walked in, designer drippin' Bape sauce (Bah)
Why the fuck this nigga run the first shot? Why you take off?
Gotta come to me for the ingredients, bitch, I make sauce
Play went wrong in the middle of the meeting with the 'migos, had to take take off
Mask, had to take off
Think this bad bitch got corona, why? Bitch, you— yeah
Around me, bitch, you can't cough
I'll make my nigga break your face to where you can't talk
I'll shoot a nigga in his legs, now he can't walk
I'll shoot the camera off your car, now you can't park
Damn, oh, you talkin' 'bout, like, you talkin' 'bout like the camera, like, on the back of the car, like, when you tryna back in? Now you can't—
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Yes, sir
This bag'll really give you springs like a trampoline (Damn)
I can afford what I do, therefore, I'm not a fiend
Just had this white boy pull my cardboard in, looked just like Charlie Sheen
Tuh, she keep reachin' for a pillow, she not tryna scream (Damn)
Tuh, walk right up on your window, sprayin' two machines
Told her bring that coochie over here long as it's rental clean
Be too high off the lean, I might forget and leave
These chains get me noticed everywhere, they ain't forgettin' me
My chance was thin as hair, don't cross me, I wouldn't dare it
My Haitian boys'll chop you up right here, they now how I don't care
Thirty thousand for a thirty-six, it cost a Cartier
Yeah, nigga, alright (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
(313 Mafia)
Ah
Okay
Yeah
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Yeah, alright
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Nigga, I'm gettin' a lot of dollars
I might blow all the pink fifties on the Wockiana
Yeah, alright, alright, yeah
This bitch squeal like a pig, make the Glock holler
Watch out, I'm finna ball on this nigga, we is not partners
Diamonds poppin', make your eyes pop right out the socket
I just brought another 'bow of weed, this is not the socket
Fuckin' five-thousand for a verse, I'm tryna stuff the pockets
I can't keep this to myself, I think they know I got it
I been out here since a jit, ayy, who the hood adopted?
Can't keep my hands up off my safe, I'm doin' too good to lock it (No)
I can't smoke no forty an eighth, I'm doin' too good to cop it
I know I shouldn't even be out hеre, but I'm too hood to stop it
I know ain't no timers in my hood, but I'm so good, I'm clockin'
If I need you like you need mе, you know we good, I'm poppin'
I wake up and chase it daily, becoming too good— ah
I wake up and chase it daily, it's been too good to stop it
They think it's easy gettin' up to the moon like we done caught a rocket
I keep this bitch ready all the time, see, I ain't gotta cock it
[Interlude: YN Jay]
Ha-ha-ha
I'm finna— yeah, alright, alright, okay, alright
I'm f— ah
Finna call somebody to— ayy
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Have somebody beat your auntie ass, I'm finna call my mama
Have somebody beat your sister ass, I'm finna call Shelina
Have my cousin beat your cousin up, I'm finna call lil' Ronda
Black nigga in a Presidential, they think I'm Obama
I'll make Eigh— yeah, fuck
I'll make Eighty beat your ass, I'm finna call lil' Mondo
This ain't a six piece order, hit him with a combo
I just dropped a nine when I was in Boston, bitch, I feel like Rondo
Nigga said he livin' in a mansion, got a small-ass condo
Nigga said he got a Bentley truck, he got a Honda Civic
I just wanna fuck you, then I'm leavin', can't waste time with bitches
I'll leave a bitch— ah (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Damn, damn, bitch
Bitch, why you so damn close? Bitch, back back, bitch
Bitch, back back, you too close to me
How the fuck you ain't got ten dollars? You too broke to me
Why the fuck you keep callin' my phone? What you want from me?
How the fuck you owe me some bread? What you loan from me?
Damn, I'm stuck in the lean coma, can you pour for me?
Put a green light on your head, can you go for me?
Put a green light, beam green on your head, knock your— Ah
Knock your face off
Wild, wild West, I'm in the street havin' a face off
Nigga said he was a superhero, knock your cape off
Phil just walked in, designer drippin' Bape sauce (Bah)
Why the fuck this nigga run the first shot? Why you take off?
Gotta come to me for the ingredients, bitch, I make sauce
Play went wrong in the middle of the meeting with the 'migos, had to take take off
Mask, had to take off
Think this bad bitch got corona, why? Bitch, you— yeah
Around me, bitch, you can't cough
I'll make my nigga break your face to where you can't talk
I'll shoot a nigga in his legs, now he can't walk
I'll shoot the camera off your car, now you can't park
Damn, oh, you talkin' 'bout, like, you talkin' 'bout like the camera, like, on the back of the car, like, when you tryna back in? Now you can't—
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Yes, sir
This bag'll really give you springs like a trampoline (Damn)
I can afford what I do, therefore, I'm not a fiend
Just had this white boy pull my cardboard in, looked just like Charlie Sheen
Tuh, she keep reachin' for a pillow, she not tryna scream (Damn)
Tuh, walk right up on your window, sprayin' two machines
Told her bring that coochie over here long as it's rental clean
Be too high off the lean, I might forget and leave
These chains get me noticed everywhere, they ain't forgettin' me
My chance was thin as hair, don't cross me, I wouldn't dare it
My Haitian boys'll chop you up right here, they now how I don't care
Thirty thousand for a thirty-six, it cost a Cartier
Yeah, nigga, alright (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
( Louie Ray )
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