I'm drunk off in the Louis store
Lookin' like I don't fuck wit' niggas
Fuck wit' niggas, fuck wit' niggas (True, true, true)
Drunk off in the Louis store
I don't know what I'm finna get
In this bitch, I'm gettin' shit
You window shoppin', just feelin' rich
But nigga, I'm really it
Don't even know what I just spent
Hol' on, let me check that receipt again
So drunk, so I bought it again
Shit wet, hit that bitch wit' two pumps
You not my type, I'ma pass you to bro
Big chop, go fa-la-la-la
Don't play tough, you might end up in a trunk
Play police games, then I'ma play dumb
In New York and I'm all in the sun
No gun, then you better get one
Pockets like
Walk in this bitch wit' the fire
Jump off and seen them walk out
Want me to show up and surprise
Every day I be riskin' my life
Said I love her, then said, "Sike"
Said I wouldn't let you out my sight
You should know what I say is a might
And you should know what I say is a fright
Damn, baby, don't believe me
Don't get too happy, too hype
Work hard, it ain't come overnight
Walk down wit' this dirty ass pipe
Hit yo ho, nigga, turn off the- (Yeah)
I'ma hit yo ho, I'ma turn off the lights
Hop out the whip and dim my lil' lights
Then I'm gone, nigga, there go your life
