Louie Ray - Interesting lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray] (Gas, it was cookin') (It's a Wayne beat) sh*t Okay [Verse 1: Louie Ray] 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 ni**a said he tryna catch another body, so I took it I'm too street for industry, feel like they overlook me [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] 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 fu*k you ni**as, said it two times like I'm Casanova My b*tch rich, she want a steady man, think I'm fu*kin' over [Verse 3: Louie Ray] Ah, where the fu*k is Philly at? I was in Philadelphia like where the fu*k 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 sh*t talkin', talk sh*t, this not the mumble rap Callin' ni**as 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 fu*kin' 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 fu*k these ni**as keep gettin' dropped, where the shooters at? [Verse 4: Lil Yachty] Why these young b*tches keep gettin' pregnant, where the cougars at? I ain't talkin' new crib when I say where my movers at? When these ni**as start talkin' big homie sh*t, that's where they lose me at The second found out she ain't fu*kin', same second found where her Uber's at On God Shout out all the young ni**as, real ni**as, 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 sh*t, made eight figures (Yeah) Ain't a b*tch I think I can't fu*k, ni**as don't know I ain't have to pay her for sh*t, these my hoes (Okay) [Verse 5: Louie Ray] 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 fu*k," I'm not an ass kisser I be in they b*tch— alright I be gettin' in a b*tch 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 [Verse 6: Lil Yachty] How many hoes I fu*ked 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 [Verse 7: Louie Ray] 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 [Outro: Lil Yachty] ni**a, you mean interesting? The fu*k?