Lyrics Afford It - B. LOU

Afford It

Yeah
2019 but ain’t shit changing though
Yeah
Young nigga flexin' with the dough (slatt, slime)
And you know I keep that shit G tho' (100)
Only rock with niggas who want smoke
Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose (Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose)
Run down on that nigga we gon' blow it (Boom, slatt)
I remember days, I couldn’t afford it (B.Lou)
Now I’m rockin' Louis over Jordan
Niggas is rat informants
Goin' the hardest, max performance
Thankin' the Lord every night, every morning
Everytime I go in, I go hard like a porno
All about action when it’s time to bubble 'em
Step on my brother, hell nah, he won’t do it
That’s on my son, on my life, I do it
Price on your head, we shopping medullas
Word around town, they say 'you the truest'
Living my life every day to the fullest
91 premium when it’s time to fill up
Neck to the head and the body can hit em
I ain’t gotta say it, they know I’m a real one
Ain’t shit change, did you hear me, you feel me?
Fuck that lil’bitch, she didn’t care bout my feelings
Remember all my life, when we do it I hit 'em
Fuck any nigga who talkin' 'bout business
Pay off the judges to free all my niggas
Think I’m a bitch, paid the quarter ideally
I stay with hitters, them niggas gorillas
Just like a waitress I’m serving these niggas
I’m in my zone never losing my rhythm
Who say I’m perfect who judging who nigga?
I wouldn’t trade my life with you niggas
Down to the gang I’m stuck with you niggas
I been rolling, I been worried bout nothin' but my posse
All these people in my face because them cameras they watching
Lord forgive me for my sins, but best believe me he watching
Loyalty over love, give me that girl I got you
Green dot, bow, bitch, yeah you see me I spot you
I been fucking all these bitches they be like boy you popping
Two cribs, two coupes, a pair of AP watches
I can never trust a soul cause they ain’t being honest
Young nigga flexin' with the dough (slatt, slime)
And you know I keep that shit G tho' (100)
Only rock with niggas who want smoke
Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose (Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose)
Run down on that nigga we gon' blow it (Boom, slatt)
I remember days, I couldn’t afford it
Yeah I took that shit, yeah I stole it
Bitch I am self made don’t need promotion
And watch these fuck niggas they not your homies
You pulled that hoe shit but I still love you
How you cross a nigga that would kill for you?
Can’t even waste no time, don’t feel for you
If we ain’t talking money, ain’t no deals working
Bitch, yeah you know that we balling
Balling Drew Bree’s in New Orleans
Ball like I’m Jordan or Harden
You already know who the hardest
Look who done took it the farthest
Everyday I’m feeling nauseous
Loaded of cookies, I’m higher than a martian
Double R chilling when I’m in the starship
Coming through the sky, little Einstein
I’m missing my boys, I’m on tour with my boys
It really ain’t making no noise, gentlemen open her doors
Look at my life too influence