YN Jay & Louie Ray - 2 Much At 1 Time
[Intro: YN Jay]
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Okay
Yeah
Okay
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bitch suck my dick so good, she blew my socks off
I ain't even gotta— get you knocked off
Lil' bro just gurbed a fiend with some rock soft
I can't bring D-Rich to the club, it's gon' pop off
Lil' bro just— ahh
I can't even say what lil' bro did, he still fightin' cases
We been trappin' hard in the spot, it was not a vacant
Bad bitch got regular clothes, but she not basic
Get to throwin' bullets in this—
Get to throwin' bullets in this bitch, but I'm not Megan
Almost flipped on the highway, I gotta stop racin'
Wrap a nigga up in the 'Woods, but I'm not Jason
I just put a beam on my Glock, I am not Jason
Gotta get rich right now, I am not waitin'
When I switch up the audible, I am not fakin'
Bitch ask me do I got a bitch, I am not taken
Bitch ask me do I—
I don't want one bitch, I want two hoes
I'm double-booked, onе night, I got two shows
Eight of Wock', two two-liters, I pour two fours
I deletеd all my old bitches, I need new hoes
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can fuck my old bitch in these new clothes
Seen Louie pay fifteen racks for two 'bows
I can run a hundred racks up with no shoes on
Take the iron and straighten a nigga out like school clothes
Hustler, I just got ten 'bows of Gorilla Glue gone
Wait 'til my next kit done, I'ma poop on 'em
I ain't gotta shoot a gun no more, that's what school for
The rap scene was fucked up, we score, it's through the loophole
This don't smell like Morton Grove, what's this, new Wock'?
At Gander Mountain buyin' a new chop to hit his oohwop
Moved the dopehouse to the D, Flint got too hot
At your ho house watchin' TV in some tube socks
I ain't never shot a Ruger, bro, I only shoot Glocks
Unc' ain't never bought a zip to sniff, he only ooh blocks
This a .308— alright
This a .308, hundred-round drum'll shoot up two blocks
Mmm, at one time
How the fuck I just shoot ten niggas with one nine?
Just hit a line of soft for unc' to ooh, that's a punchline
Real zazas from A1, not the Runtz kind
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I'll sell dime rocks big as point—
Ahh, okay
I'll sell dime rocks big as point-nines
I gotta put shells in somebody if I point mines
So many people on my dick that I pay no mind
Ain't no way that I can trust somebody that play both sides
Unemployment got you gettin' money for the first time
Out the window with this bitch, get his shirt fried
I'ma pull up where you at, call it curbside
Niggas' morals out here low as fuck, but the syrup high
I can weigh it just by lookin' at it, got a third eye
Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but they— okay
Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but I serve mine
It's supposed to be you help your granny out, but I serve mine
I just counted fifty thousand out for the third time
You still out here tryna find a way, just hold your head high
M-messy shit and gettin' money got my hands tied
I learned n-not to trust a bitch because my mans tried
I was fuckin' with the work but I advanced to the mic
I'm up, I could blow your whole advance in a night
I be havin' forty, fifty thousand on me on a flight
I be lyin' to these hoes, actin' like the shit aight
I can back chase and crack a whole case to pour Sprites
I can back-break and beat down cat the whole night (Hah, yeah)
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Okay
Yeah
Okay
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bitch suck my dick so good, she blew my socks off
I ain't even gotta— get you knocked off
Lil' bro just gurbed a fiend with some rock soft
I can't bring D-Rich to the club, it's gon' pop off
Lil' bro just— ahh
I can't even say what lil' bro did, he still fightin' cases
We been trappin' hard in the spot, it was not a vacant
Bad bitch got regular clothes, but she not basic
Get to throwin' bullets in this—
Get to throwin' bullets in this bitch, but I'm not Megan
Almost flipped on the highway, I gotta stop racin'
Wrap a nigga up in the 'Woods, but I'm not Jason
I just put a beam on my Glock, I am not Jason
Gotta get rich right now, I am not waitin'
When I switch up the audible, I am not fakin'
Bitch ask me do I got a bitch, I am not taken
Bitch ask me do I—
I don't want one bitch, I want two hoes
I'm double-booked, onе night, I got two shows
Eight of Wock', two two-liters, I pour two fours
I deletеd all my old bitches, I need new hoes
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can fuck my old bitch in these new clothes
Seen Louie pay fifteen racks for two 'bows
I can run a hundred racks up with no shoes on
Take the iron and straighten a nigga out like school clothes
Hustler, I just got ten 'bows of Gorilla Glue gone
Wait 'til my next kit done, I'ma poop on 'em
I ain't gotta shoot a gun no more, that's what school for
The rap scene was fucked up, we score, it's through the loophole
This don't smell like Morton Grove, what's this, new Wock'?
At Gander Mountain buyin' a new chop to hit his oohwop
Moved the dopehouse to the D, Flint got too hot
At your ho house watchin' TV in some tube socks
I ain't never shot a Ruger, bro, I only shoot Glocks
Unc' ain't never bought a zip to sniff, he only ooh blocks
This a .308— alright
This a .308, hundred-round drum'll shoot up two blocks
Mmm, at one time
How the fuck I just shoot ten niggas with one nine?
Just hit a line of soft for unc' to ooh, that's a punchline
Real zazas from A1, not the Runtz kind
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I'll sell dime rocks big as point—
Ahh, okay
I'll sell dime rocks big as point-nines
I gotta put shells in somebody if I point mines
So many people on my dick that I pay no mind
Ain't no way that I can trust somebody that play both sides
Unemployment got you gettin' money for the first time
Out the window with this bitch, get his shirt fried
I'ma pull up where you at, call it curbside
Niggas' morals out here low as fuck, but the syrup high
I can weigh it just by lookin' at it, got a third eye
Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but they— okay
Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but I serve mine
It's supposed to be you help your granny out, but I serve mine
I just counted fifty thousand out for the third time
You still out here tryna find a way, just hold your head high
M-messy shit and gettin' money got my hands tied
I learned n-not to trust a bitch because my mans tried
I was fuckin' with the work but I advanced to the mic
I'm up, I could blow your whole advance in a night
I be havin' forty, fifty thousand on me on a flight
I be lyin' to these hoes, actin' like the shit aight
I can back chase and crack a whole case to pour Sprites
I can back-break and beat down cat the whole night (Hah, yeah)
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