[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on shit
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
(No cap)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on shit
You see me gettin' high, at low, kangol shit
This ain't a Jeep, this the Trackhawk, Durango, bitch
Stackin' 'til it's fallin' over how the bankroll get
Don't want no dime or no ace, man, the taste ain't shit
How many pints can you take with you? A case ain't shit
Okay, I'm coolin', free today because the case ain't stick
I pull a fifty out in twenties and the bank ain't trip
I got some top shit I'm tryna hit, I'm makin' a list
Them bitches both got tongue rings, I'm makin' 'em kiss
I'm too busy doin' the most to fuss with a bitch
I spent a quarter last summer without touchin' my kit

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
She blowin' kisses just to catch my attention, get in the section
Flood my right wrist, it's complementin' my necklace
Started from the ground, worked my way to jefe
I pull up in somethin' foreign, make these bitches' neck break
It's 4 a.m., I'm politickin' at the bar, checkmate
All these chips, relationships, man, it took a decade
Rubber band the money, it's rubber band on the watches
I done elevated, it's mac and cheese with the lobster
She's a foreign breed, this lil' bitch bad as a toddler
Talkin' on these tracks done got me paid like I'm Drama, yeah
Keep it candid, keep your head up, n***a
When you down, the only way is get your bread up, n***a
Audemars, Rollie watches, never handcuffs, n***a
Gettin' paid in my sleep, Face a stand up n***a, yeah
[Verse 3: Peezy]
I drop bags off just like Christmas
Stash thirteen Rickies on, I stand on business
Pop off a first-class, head straight to the trenches
Came up, but still can't turn my back to the killers, no way
N***as beefin' over nothin', man, this shit ain't 'bout paper
N***as better turn they phone up and get in rotation
Every week, I'm at the jeweler, ain't no way I've been savin'
One-twenty for the chain and the bracelet
I stay in a bitch mouth like braces
Cameras on at the spot, not cable
Used to stay lookin' out for the neighbors
All these chains and these whips, man, this shit like slavery
Four pockets stickin' out, n***a, just like Bailey's
Trappin' out the fly social, got ten different flavors
Do your homework, we been goin' crazy, yeah