Crack House

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Ray] I got chopper choppers, we gon' knock shit off his top, we hitting his gualla gualla This new lick I got so [?], might be rich tomorrow If you want [?] leave the partners My hood so hood, but this shit [?] the projects There ain't too many make it out this shit, I'm living Prada This ain't that what I want or what I saw, I did and got it Some shit fuck with my mind for real, but I just hate the topic I used to have them racks in shoes, now I got bank deposits I put like 20 boles in there, this shit gon' stank the closet I was broke so long for real, bro, I couldn't wait to sign it I lost myself, couldn't wait to find it This new bag that y'all call money, came with weight inside it You know I grind hard, but I ain't tryna see myself sitting in a cell Grind hard and show the world that you just need yourself Lotta niggas died or went to jail, 'cause they couldn't get no help I know some rich motherfuckers who [?] I'm talking welth I think I'm crazy, 'cause sometimes I just talk to myself He said his [?] 40 racks, I got that shit in bails [Verse 2: YN Jay] I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast I move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast Bro hop out, bao bao, bao, [?] your ass I skirt off, I do the dash I do the dash [?] I'm shooting dice, I'm throwing nats, nats [?] bad bitches fine, but you ain't even know that they rats, rats, rats [?] out here telling, [?] out here rats, rats, rats [?] I know that they got my back [?] come from [?] Lil brodie get low, [?] Send shots first, but I heard some bullets come back, back, back [Verse 3: Louie Ray] I'm jumping out the newest Benz, they got this bitch on matt black I've been getting so much money lately, who gon' match that? You can see that pussy through them jeans, man, that cat fat This bitch ain't even got no back for real, she got her waist snatched She been up and down because of stress, but got her weight back Came to Baltimore to see the fight, I'm like where Tank at? Niggas' stories don't be raw for real, that shit be fake My hood love me so much for what I did, I'm high in rank It's so much [?] sometimes you hate what came with fame I grew so much in these last couple years, I ain't the same