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Intro
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Verse 1
Throw the strip club up
Swing them onеs like it’s confetti
Fucked hеr with a rubber, but the lil’ bitch say she pregnant (Uh)
It’s a all white, but the outside look spaghetti
Fucked her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetti
A bitch ask me for five hundred, I cut her off ‘cause she petty
Bitch, I give a band and up, I give you five K if you ready
Pimpin’ ain’t easy, I’m only goin’, bitch, if I let it (Uh)
I’m a real heater, I slang that iron, I slang machetes (Uh)
My bitches all organic, I cut ‘em off if they use edit
Young turned nigga, I want a bag, I don’t want credit
Uh, that money gon’ buy a brick, but you can’t but that shit with credit
I was talkin’ cash shit, but if you up, then I’ma bet it
You fuck all of her broads, shit, you broke, nigga, I said it
I’m bust up than a bitch, come check my wrist, flaw settin’
I bought a bitch a ring, but we ain’t ready for no weddin’
I know these niggas snake, I can see these niggas sheddin’ (Uh, uh, ayy)
Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Verse 2
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got that cash
? paper tags
Switch again, then smash
We ain’t pickin’ faces, whoop a bitch with a nigga ass
Bruises on my hand ‘cause I been trappin’ glass bags
Yo’ dope swingin’ hard as fuck, I got some gas bags
You lookin’ for me, just post, “Prince of Bubba” with the hashtag
We don’t do no rap beef, drop the lo’, we spank his ass (Uh, ayy)
Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here
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