Mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Uh
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis bookbag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I run up them bands, you can see the proof
Penthouse, on the top floor, used to seein' the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
I pop the pill, it's ready to drop
Lil' bro wanna kill, he ready for opps
Aim it with skills, spaghetti his top
How you a stepper, you steady gettin' shot?
We sellin' rocks and blows, I got control
Start droppin', then married the block
Before we was walkin' shows, was cockin' pole
In the car with the heaviest Glock
This ain't No Auto, but I fuck with Polo
But I can not charge him, 'cause he one of mine (No)
I had a Drac' that shoot like one of my switches
They comin' out two at a time (Man, what?)
Ain't got home for us, they knock on the door like Jehovah witness, this not a surprise
Dead opps, got YouTube's funniest moments, I do like 'em better alive
Better believe, just don't bleed, and millions they judgin' me off my ass
Better believe, the feds gon' use them Clubhouse clips all in your trial
I know you a killer from back in the day, but you ain't catch one in a while
I'm so player, told them don't backdoor you whenever your family around (Damn)
His face change just to verify, they be killin' niggas for that bag (Yeah)
I say certain shit around certain niggas, I know you gon' walk back and say (Grr)
I know you'll tell on me, you'll tell everything your daddy did to your momma
I know a real killer sip promethazine, livin' few blocks from Obama (Frrt)
So you a bear, just imagine what ten millimeter'll do to a goat
You know I'm a street nigga, 'cause one of my old managers was sellin' the dope
And I learned from the robbers
Bitch, it's summertime, why you got on a coat?
And you a cool nigga, I seen what happened to PnB, nigga the goat, yeah
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis bookbag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I run up them bands, you can see the proof
Penthouse, on the top floor, used to seein' the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
Gone off a Perc' how the murderers sleep at night
Tell me, "Turn up the streets," I might
My killer told me been steppin' on shit for so long that it startin' increase my height
Creepin' down they block, you won't see no lights
Glock gon' "Baow," I need your life
Hop out and get 'em, we scream "Go" twice
Lil' chrome, sippin' on lean, no ice, uh
Ran up them M&M's, and I hang with none but some millionaires and some murderers
Catch him, we killin' him, you just in the way
Pussy nigga, we ain't never heard of ya
I might boot up off a pill when I'm turnin' up
Bitch, you fuck with the opps, you ain't hurtin' us
Try to rob me, I'm catchin' a murder one
Blow his hollow like us, he burnin' up
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis bookbag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I run up them bands, you can see the proof
Penthouse, on the top floor, used to seein' the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
