Louie Ray, Lil Yachty - Interesting lyrics

(Gas, it was cookin', It's a Wayne beat)
Shit okay

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, 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'ma boogie
Probably couldn't even tell the AR
Was under the hoodie
He get out of line while we in the bars
I'll whoop him
My nigga said he tryna catch another body
So I took it i'm too street for industry
Feel like they overlook me

Need to be at least a
Hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' ovеr my shoulder
That's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr
Tote two Glocks in the Rover
Parked down by the river
Gettin' some shoulders
Rockin' a mink, it's colder
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota
He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota
Ridin' 'round with a point
Guard like Dellavedova fuck you niggas
Said it two times like I'm Casanova
My bitch rich, she want a steady man
Think I'm fuckin' over

Ah, where the fuck is Philly at?
I was in Philadelphia like where
The fuck is Philly at? I'm in the streets
I mean 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
Forgot to how to 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'll crumble that
Left QC to sell a QP and call Uber back
He flopped the street part of the test again
Where tutor at? How the fuck these niggas
Keep gettin' dropped, where the shooters at?

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 found out she ain't fuckin'
Same second found where her Uber's at on God
Shout out all the young niggas, real niggas
And the dope dealers (yeah)
Might not wanna bring 'em around us
We the ho killers
Might not wanna bring 'em around us
We the ho stealers (Go)
Backdoor kickers
Finally started talkin' my shit
Made eight figures (yeah)
Ain't a bitch I think I can't fuck
Niggas don't know
I ain't have to pay her for shit
These my hoes (Okay)

You probably go to Macy's
I'm a Saks Fifth-er
Gotta have my hoes with racks
I think stacks fit her
She gon' put a dime in her back
That's an ass lifter
I be sayin', "I don't give a fuck
" I'm not an ass kisser
I be in they bitch alright
I be gettin' in a bitch guts
You ever had liver?
I'ma eat the plate wild as hell
I never had dinner
I'm the team captain for the squad
I'm not a half member

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 I open my head out the window
Dawg? It's still the winter
On they ass, she think I'm a pirate
So shiver me timbers

It really ain't that far to drive to Michigan
I'ma hold the road down, pop a Michelin
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
The streets instrest-ing

Nigga, you mean interesting? The fuck?