INSTRESSING
Louie Ray
GENRE
[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Gas, it was cookin')
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, alright, 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'm a boogie
Prolly couldn't even tell the AR was under the hoodie
He get out of line while we in the bars, I would be
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 hunnid-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' over my shoulder, that's why I got soldiеrs holdin' me over
Told two Glocks, hit a rover, parkеd down by the river
Get some shoulders, rockin' a mink, it's cold-a
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota
Ridin' around with a point guard, like I'm Dellavedova
Fuck a nigga, 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'm in 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, I got the hottest 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 gon' crumble that
Left QC to sell a Q.P., call uber back
He flock the street, parted up the test again, where the 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 I found out she ain't fuckin'
Same second I found out where her uber's at
On god!
Shoutout all the young niggas, real niggas, and the dough dealers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe killers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe stealers (Go)
Backdoor kickers, finally started talkin' my shit, made eight figures
Any bitch I think I can't fuck, niggas don't know
I ain't have to pay her for shit, these my hoes
[Verse 5: Louie Ray & Lil Yachty]
(Okay)
You prolly go to macy's, I'm a saks fifth-er
Gotta have my hoes in racks, I think stacks fit her
She gon' put a dime in her back, that's a ass lifter
I be sayin' I don't give a fuck, I'm not a ass kisser
I be in they bitch, aight
I be gettin' in a bitch good, you ever had liver?
I'mma 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 when I open my head out the window, dawg, it's still the winter
On they ass, she think I'm a pirate, shiver me timbers
[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
It really ain't that far to drive to michigan
I'mma hold the road down, pop a michelin
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
This streets instressing
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Nigga, you mean interesting?
The fuck?
(Gas, it was cookin')
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, alright, 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'm a boogie
Prolly couldn't even tell the AR was under the hoodie
He get out of line while we in the bars, I would be
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 hunnid-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' over my shoulder, that's why I got soldiеrs holdin' me over
Told two Glocks, hit a rover, parkеd down by the river
Get some shoulders, rockin' a mink, it's cold-a
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota
Ridin' around with a point guard, like I'm Dellavedova
Fuck a nigga, 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'm in 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, I got the hottest 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 gon' crumble that
Left QC to sell a Q.P., call uber back
He flock the street, parted up the test again, where the 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 I found out she ain't fuckin'
Same second I found out where her uber's at
On god!
Shoutout all the young niggas, real niggas, and the dough dealers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe killers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe stealers (Go)
Backdoor kickers, finally started talkin' my shit, made eight figures
Any bitch I think I can't fuck, niggas don't know
I ain't have to pay her for shit, these my hoes
[Verse 5: Louie Ray & Lil Yachty]
(Okay)
You prolly go to macy's, I'm a saks fifth-er
Gotta have my hoes in racks, I think stacks fit her
She gon' put a dime in her back, that's a ass lifter
I be sayin' I don't give a fuck, I'm not a ass kisser
I be in they bitch, aight
I be gettin' in a bitch good, you ever had liver?
I'mma 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 when I open my head out the window, dawg, it's still the winter
On they ass, she think I'm a pirate, shiver me timbers
[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
It really ain't that far to drive to michigan
I'mma hold the road down, pop a michelin
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
This streets instressing
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Nigga, you mean interesting?
The fuck?
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