| I asked my little bitch if she seen a brick and she said no
|
| I told that little bitch look at my wrist and she said oh
|
| You on some bullshit, with that point like Eric Snow
|
| My nigga B move them O’s like he playing tic tac toe
|
| Now and we both going in, like a got a curfew
|
| You don’t get no money, paper shorter than commercial
|
| Let me hear you niggas plotting on me, I’m a murk you
|
| Have my goons at your crib every day like Urkel
|
| One day I go fuck a bitch, then I be like fuck a bitch
|
| Have her try to bust my windows out like
|
| Cause I got another bitch and she even badder
|
| Looking like Beyonce, but that don’t even matter
|
| Cause I ball hard, I play for team Louie
|
| They whole clique suck my dick, that’s team chewy
|
| Rocks in the Bezel, all husky face blew it
|
| Since a lil' nigga used to talk that shit like Stewie
|
| Who he, Louie had Louis chicks, Louis shirts, Louis belt
|
| Walked up in the Louis store and tell 'em I want the shelf
|
| Buy the whole mannequin, niggas and they shenanigans
|
| Go get 'em sent to Hahnemann, shoot 'em like we gambling
|
| Once I trade these handguns, I’m trying to be my grandson
|
| I’m having million dollar dreams
|
| And hundred dollar nightmares thinking 'bout the cream
|
| Ok, black apollo, black rims, black tims, black ice
|
| All black everything, flowing through the back night
|
| Black flooded rollie on, looking like a flashlight
|
| Tryna get that black car money bitch cash life |