LOUIE V
This Louie V belt wrapped around my head ('round my head, yeah)
Need me some diamonds bussin' out my dreads (my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies, can't fall out 'bout no bitch
They askin' why she leave me, my nigga, this is it
I-I-I told that ho, I wish that she was dead (oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't take back what I said (take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (by the bed, yeah)
A nigga run up on me, I'ma pop shit
Mmm, I-I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick
Mmm, I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith
Mmm, I just was up in Cali', now I'm sittin' in my room
Just starin' at the ceilin', I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hunnid bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain 'til I sit back and snooze
This Gucci, Raf, and Fendi, I'm ballin' like a bitch now
She wasn't fuckin' with me
Me and my bitch was ridin' 'round the city lookin' pretty
Smoke an L, we gettin' litty, finna pull up to the getty
My bitch boujie, bad, sadity
Used to keep her on my side up at all times
Then I had to realize she ain't all mine (was lies)
Bitch, I'm locked in with my gang like it's mob ties (mob ties, nigga)
Last time that I was broke, it was a far cry (far cry)
But this Louie V belt wrapped around my head ('round my head, yeah)
Need me some diamonds bussin' out my dreads (my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies (gang-gang), can't fall out 'bout no bitch (ah)
They askin' why she leave me, my nigga, this is it
I-I-I told that ho, I wish that she was dead (oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't take back what I said (take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (by the bed, yeah)
A nigga run up on me, I'ma pop shit
Mmm, I-I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick
Mmm, I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith
Mmm, I just was up in Cali', now I'm sittin' in my room
Just starin' at the ceilin', I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hunnid bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain 'til I sit back and snooze
Need me some diamonds bussin' out my dreads (my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies, can't fall out 'bout no bitch
They askin' why she leave me, my nigga, this is it
I-I-I told that ho, I wish that she was dead (oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't take back what I said (take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (by the bed, yeah)
A nigga run up on me, I'ma pop shit
Mmm, I-I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick
Mmm, I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith
Mmm, I just was up in Cali', now I'm sittin' in my room
Just starin' at the ceilin', I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hunnid bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain 'til I sit back and snooze
This Gucci, Raf, and Fendi, I'm ballin' like a bitch now
She wasn't fuckin' with me
Me and my bitch was ridin' 'round the city lookin' pretty
Smoke an L, we gettin' litty, finna pull up to the getty
My bitch boujie, bad, sadity
Used to keep her on my side up at all times
Then I had to realize she ain't all mine (was lies)
Bitch, I'm locked in with my gang like it's mob ties (mob ties, nigga)
Last time that I was broke, it was a far cry (far cry)
But this Louie V belt wrapped around my head ('round my head, yeah)
Need me some diamonds bussin' out my dreads (my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies (gang-gang), can't fall out 'bout no bitch (ah)
They askin' why she leave me, my nigga, this is it
I-I-I told that ho, I wish that she was dead (oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't take back what I said (take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (by the bed, yeah)
A nigga run up on me, I'ma pop shit
Mmm, I-I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick
Mmm, I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith
Mmm, I just was up in Cali', now I'm sittin' in my room
Just starin' at the ceilin', I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hunnid bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain 'til I sit back and snooze
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Myles, Naeem Muhammad
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