Louie V
Ayo, Viz, you fuckin' crazy That shit was just off the grid, man
It ain't like I, it was a scientific thing or nothin', it was just
That's how it sound good to me, like, I don't know
Dripped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V (Yea yea)
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me (Boom, boom)
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really, hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry (Gimmie dat, gimmie dat)
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgein' me
Why, you wanna play me like I'm a ho
I text your bitch, she drop your low Pull up in the whip, see you at that store
Hop out the car, I shoot for the kill, bitch, you gon' die
.556 it hit your spine & If a nigga play, I'ma cross that line
Shoot a nigga, just hit him in his head If a nigga play, send his bitch as to bed
All that talkin' you doin', bitch, you seein' red
The way I rap, you think I went to the feds
No matter what you do, just get home safe Money you collect, just put it in a vase
I'm givin' you game, you just got to in take, I never talk shit, I say it to your face
These niggas hoes, they dissin' a nigga Talkin' that shit, I'm pullin' a trigger
Whatever you say, you know I remember You was a ho lookin' for a bitch on Tinder
Can't pull a bitch, you can't pull her in person My bitch is bad, she know that she worth it
Go to the mall and buy a Birkin Ridin' on the E way Swervin
Dropped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgin' me
Rolls Royce umbrella don't get through the storm My bitch is bad, but your bitch is borin
I fuck my bitch, you gotta watch porn Cuffing her ass, It look like an orange
Slappin' that shit, you know that it's fat Yeah, I'm a freak, but don't call me dad
Going off the dome, no pencil, no pad Bitch, when I rap, you know I'm a spaz
We do this shit every day, do it with ease When I up my choppa, you know I'ma squeeze
Hit you in your back, you fall on your knees hit you in your head, you can't even breathe
You on the floor, & now you dead Talkin' that shit, now look where you at
Hop out the whip, I'm like a beast On the set, I'm finna whip
Talkin' that shit, these niggas wanna talk that shit Come on, let's talk that shit
Hop out the car with two ARPs and brdd
These niggas ain't really on shit
Talkin' that shit, but you just be cappin' Going off the dome, I don't even be rappin
Singin' my songs, I'm lovin' the track My life was horrible, I don't know what happened
Dripped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V (Yea yea)
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me (Boom, boom)
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really, hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry (Gimmie dat, gimmie dat)
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgein' me
It ain't like I, it was a scientific thing or nothin', it was just
That's how it sound good to me, like, I don't know
Dripped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V (Yea yea)
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me (Boom, boom)
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really, hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry (Gimmie dat, gimmie dat)
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgein' me
Why, you wanna play me like I'm a ho
I text your bitch, she drop your low Pull up in the whip, see you at that store
Hop out the car, I shoot for the kill, bitch, you gon' die
.556 it hit your spine & If a nigga play, I'ma cross that line
Shoot a nigga, just hit him in his head If a nigga play, send his bitch as to bed
All that talkin' you doin', bitch, you seein' red
The way I rap, you think I went to the feds
No matter what you do, just get home safe Money you collect, just put it in a vase
I'm givin' you game, you just got to in take, I never talk shit, I say it to your face
These niggas hoes, they dissin' a nigga Talkin' that shit, I'm pullin' a trigger
Whatever you say, you know I remember You was a ho lookin' for a bitch on Tinder
Can't pull a bitch, you can't pull her in person My bitch is bad, she know that she worth it
Go to the mall and buy a Birkin Ridin' on the E way Swervin
Dropped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgin' me
Rolls Royce umbrella don't get through the storm My bitch is bad, but your bitch is borin
I fuck my bitch, you gotta watch porn Cuffing her ass, It look like an orange
Slappin' that shit, you know that it's fat Yeah, I'm a freak, but don't call me dad
Going off the dome, no pencil, no pad Bitch, when I rap, you know I'm a spaz
We do this shit every day, do it with ease When I up my choppa, you know I'ma squeeze
Hit you in your back, you fall on your knees hit you in your head, you can't even breathe
You on the floor, & now you dead Talkin' that shit, now look where you at
Hop out the whip, I'm like a beast On the set, I'm finna whip
Talkin' that shit, these niggas wanna talk that shit Come on, let's talk that shit
Hop out the car with two ARPs and brdd
These niggas ain't really on shit
Talkin' that shit, but you just be cappin' Going off the dome, I don't even be rappin
Singin' my songs, I'm lovin' the track My life was horrible, I don't know what happened
Dripped out in designer, might just pop out in some Louie V (Yea yea)
Know the gang with me, they gon' blow, bitch, if it's you or me (Boom, boom)
Ain't got no time for niggas, niggas flexin' with that foolery
Niggas really, hoe, yeah, we takin' all they jewelry (Gimmie dat, gimmie dat)
All these niggas talkin', all they wanna do is mention me
Envy me, dissin' me, cause your bitch probably missin' me
Suck on me, fuck on me, your bitch wanna love on me
Niggas really mad, I fuck they bitch, these niggas judgein' me
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