Olympic Team

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck the fire, we got greese Welcome to Get A Bag Records It's a Wayne beat [Verse 1: Louie Ray] I popped out at 12:00, turnt like Boosie They call me Louie Ray, but I dress like Gucci [?] her pussy, but it smell like [?] Button on the back, this bitch shooting like [?] [Verse 2: 3200 Tre] What it shoot like, Louie? She fucked Ray first, I ask him what [?] Louie? I hit three hoes yesterday, I just made two [?] [?] shoot right through it [Verse 3: AllStar JR] I get it, pack it up, get it out of here in no time Bitch, it's showtime, you know my buffs white as a coke line Hit him with that drac, feeling like he drunk him four lines My niggas scam and [?] phones, he got the profile [Verse 4: RMC Mike] Jumped in the game [?] that's with no [?] [?] I had a play, and that bitch broke down A nigga put some smoke up in the air, it's finna go down I shoot the Glock below my waist, this bitch low down [Verse 5: Louie Ray] Fat sack, but it's on me, having sex on [?] Dope wouldn't lock, I had to put some [?] He had so much to say about me, nigga damn near knew me [?] bullshit, that's how my grandma view me [Verse 6: 3200 Tre] Don't get on my phone to yap, get your point across That nigga ice look kinda weird, I think his pointers off Her ass fat, but the way it feel throw me off Take some pictures with me, bae, gon' show me off [Verse 7: AllStar JR] Who ain't getting money? These the Louis V joggers Say you going under, I got pleasure P's for you What you mean, dawg? [?] from me She had got some cheese off me, bitches blew the feet off me [Verse 8: RMC Mike] Hit a nigga close range, got his top leaking Hellcat go 200, I'ma top speed it I can do this shit by myself, you is not needed I know her pussy good as hell, 'cause she not [?] [Verse 9: Louie Ray] [?] so dumb, [?] back shots [?] [?] pass by [?] She thick as fuck, getting passed out [?] Hoes love me out in Houston, they cash out Louie [Verse 10: 3200 Tre] I can't drop in anything, I need a black cup I'm not gon' pick you up, baby, I'm sending black trucks She drag a waggen, I hear it beep when it back up You see I pulled up with 30, and call for back up [Verse 11: AllStar JR] These niggas so finished, they couldn't take the trash out at Gucci Drunk an eight and did a drill, we damn near passed out shooters Eh the plan ain't looking bad, [?] bag ain't moving I think the bitch should lose a lung, if her ass ain't moving [Verse 12: RMC Mike] Even if he overseas, I get the bag right to him Make a bag out the O, but I just pass right through it Niggas ain't even got no heat, they just a flashlight unit The plug ain't fronting me no bag, I sent the cash right to him