Olympic Team

[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got greese
Welcome to Get A Bag Records
It's a Wayne beat

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I popped out at 12:00, turnt like Boosie
They call me Louie Ray, but I dress like Gucci
[?] her pussy, but it smell like [?]
Button on the back, this bitch shooting like [?]

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
What it shoot like, Louie?
She fucked Ray first, I ask him what [?] Louie?
I hit three hoes yesterday, I just made two [?]
[?] shoot right through it

[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
I get it, pack it up, get it out of here in no time
Bitch, it's showtime, you know my buffs white as a coke line
Hit him with that drac, feeling like he drunk him four lines
My niggas scam and [?] phones, he got the profile

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Jumped in the game [?] that's with no [?]
[?] I had a play, and that bitch broke down
A nigga put some smoke up in the air, it's finna go down
I shoot the Glock below my waist, this bitch low down

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
Fat sack, but it's on me, having sex on [?]
Dope wouldn't lock, I had to put some [?]
He had so much to say about me, nigga damn near knew me
[?] bullshit, that's how my grandma view me

[Verse 6: 3200 Tre]
Don't get on my phone to yap, get your point across
That nigga ice look kinda weird, I think his pointers off
Her ass fat, but the way it feel throw me off
Take some pictures with me, bae, gon' show me off

[Verse 7: AllStar JR]
Who ain't getting money? These the Louis V joggers
Say you going under, I got pleasure P's for you
What you mean, dawg? [?] from me
She had got some cheese off me, bitches blew the feet off me

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Hit a nigga close range, got his top leaking
Hellcat go 200, I'ma top speed it
I can do this shit by myself, you is not needed
I know her pussy good as hell, 'cause she not [?]

[Verse 9: Louie Ray]
[?] so dumb, [?] back shots [?]
[?] pass by [?]
She thick as fuck, getting passed out [?]
Hoes love me out in Houston, they cash out Louie

[Verse 10: 3200 Tre]
I can't drop in anything, I need a black cup
I'm not gon' pick you up, baby, I'm sending black trucks
She drag a waggen, I hear it beep when it back up
You see I pulled up with 30, and call for back up

[Verse 11: AllStar JR]
These niggas so finished, they couldn't take the trash out at Gucci
Drunk an eight and did a drill, we damn near passed out shooters
Eh the plan ain't looking bad, [?] bag ain't moving
I think the bitch should lose a lung, if her ass ain't moving

[Verse 12: RMC Mike]
Even if he overseas, I get the bag right to him
Make a bag out the O, but I just pass right through it
Niggas ain't even got no heat, they just a flashlight unit
The plug ain't fronting me no bag, I sent the cash right to him