Movie

(Check the score)

This shit sound like a movie, let's do it like that then

We make a movie, Ray (okay) (Pablo)

I'm officially in traffic, tryna get it in

I'm officially the backbone of what it is

You can push it off my flip, no matter what it is

I feel wrong to eat alone, I'm tryna cut 'em in

Told her, "I'ma cut yo' ass off if you say 'what' again"

All that slick talk I do came from dealin' with the scales

You can tell by the smell, Yung put it on the scale

If you can keep at least a dime around, you'll never fail

That feelin' that yo' hand get from shootin' when you scared

If a drug bust in Flint make the news, I was there

Let me cut my arms off before I ball, I make it fair

Rio did a million views seven times, it ain't rare

Just bust a nut, that's why I hate Percs, I wanna fuck again

Hit him in his shit, put him to sleep, somebody tuck him in

The doors open up the other way, what kind of truck we in?

You wanna join the Ghetto Boy clique? We gotta jump you in

I whooped my bitch ass, then fucked her friend, I know that hurt her feelings

We're blowin' real exotic weed, this ain't purple kenny

I'll rather pay yo' student loans off, I ain't a Birkin-getter

Ma, don't drink that pop in there, I got purple in it

I know it look like Alka-Seltzer, it's a perky in it

Cut the crock pot on medium and drop a turkey in it

You see this stick I got right here? I hit a birdy wit' it

I poured a deuce of red up and took the 30 wit' it

I ain't have my daddy in my life neither, but I ain't care

I'm in the crib, laid up, the lights off like I ain't there

I be careful with the FN 'cause the trig' like a hair

Rolled up 3.5 a piece, puttin' twins in the air

Went to the Red Roof, got two beds, stuffed twins up in there

Bro, don't kill him on my porch, got my kid up in there

Cooked my first zip like, "Look at what I did up in there"

I'll rent yo' kitchen out 'cause I live up in there

I cheat a lot, but if she cheat, I'm cuttin' her off, I ain't fair

I drunk a deuce straight in my nigga face, I ain't share

I'm too high to get on top, bitch sit on me like I'm a chair

If I get snatched, I'ma keep my mouth closed, I ain't Bear

It must be a nigga job to hate on me, like they gotta do it

We off the lane, my bitch made me breakfast, and we got into it

If I got a gun on me, then I'm tryna shoot it

20 racks in dubs, I'ma hear a thud if I lose it

I know, I know, I know, but I don't care

I would've paid Ken to get my straps back, I ain't scared

My bitch cheat, I'ma treat her like she dead, I ain't fair

Give a fuck who I'm wit', I see some ass, I'ma stare

If she get pregnant, hope she fall down a million somethin' stairs

I know you sick, you think you rich, and don't nobody even care

The type of nigga throw a party, only fam-fam there

Hit her in a quiet house, it sound like, "Bam-bam" there

Damn Lou, who you did that? Alright (bah, bah)

Motherfucker goin' crazy, alright

My bitch can't even like a nigga, mm

My bitch can't even like a nigga picture, I'm insecure

85 a gram for this dog and it isn't pure

Blue tips in the FN, they got a pedicure

How the fuck I take a nigga style? He dropped a CD, I didn't hear it

Okay, we on our fifth pop, this me and Ray

My bitch ain't got no MAC on, but I beat her face

Told Mike to let me see the Glock and I'ma keep the K

I be preparin' for a shootout that's a week away

I was tryna tell my bitch some shit, it took a week to say

Like, yeah, I'm finna get married for real, it's like a week away

Old ass red tip shells, I forgot they bang

Froze ass chain or a watch, can happen anyway

I was on feet, nickle on me, tryna flee away

The ho that gettin' rich, big as a penny, but I see a way

We done brought like e'ry drop of lean, you can't find a tray

Nigga, I been chasin' chicken, look on Wally page

Boy, that is not no Zazas, throw the weed away

I sold a split in one day, you move a G a day

Stop tryna argue with me, you be coppin' hoopsies for eight

Boy, don't feel me if you never played the sport for more than three days

This was a watermelon crush, but we turned it black

Wait, what the fuck dawg just say? Bro, turn it back

Fought my bitch, broke her phone, took her keys, then burnt her tracks

Then I made her stuff 200 pills where her cervix at

(Check the score) Ghetto Boy shit

What up, Lou? A'ight