Yeah!
Two goon gang, free the army, RIP the army. Ya'll already know the most sh*t
It's the gang baby!
Ha!
My young n*ggas so geeked up! Bustin' of all of them xans, I'm stackin' that chicken I'm flippin' that chicken', I'm countin my paper just all in advance. My lil b*tch done left me, so now I'm just di*kin' her friends, I'm slammin' the roxies, abusin' the roxies, she takin' the perkies, she rollin of ten
In the trap with my Jays on, when we see them n*ggas boy its Kayz on. Lil singin' n*gga, like Trey Songz, keep droppin' all these damn gay songs. Wanna diss me, better miss me, lil n*gga with that bullsh*t. I'm on 5th street yeah that's zone 6, where they sell drugs with them full clips
Why these n*ggas mad at us?(Huh) Cause my pockets fat as f*ck!(Uh) See a n*gga clap him up! Why? Cause that n*gga actin' tough! Rat n*ggas we annihilate, boy that disrespect we don't tolerate. To them real n*ggas and them thorough n*ggas I salute em n*gga, I relate
I don't drink that green sh*t, I be charged all off the Actavis. Real street n*gga that be getting money I don't even need this rapping sh*t. f*ck the feds, we don't f*ck with feds, got my n*ggas booked on trafickin'. f*cked his b*tch had to kill her pus*y. Now she textin' me like "you immaculate."
I'm so focused up, b*tches eye glow up, when the gang roll up. Eastside 103, n*gga what my gang throw up. Imma f*ck that game up, n*gga then put me team in it. Last night I had a dream with Martin Luther King in it.(I had a dream)And he was just telling me like: "Louie, (laughs) you really that n*gga. (Yeah)And them n*ggas you be with is they really them n*ggas. (Yeah) Everything self explanatory n*gga
High School lil dropout still graduated didn't go to class. Still off that same sh*t, operation gotta chase that damn bag. All these Young Thugger n*ggas, all these n*ggas to me they some damn fags.(Yeah) Drippin on em how you love that? Boy I'm splashin' on em with this damn swag. Big Louie I'm the f*ckin' G, lotta n*ggas can't they f*ck with me. Gudda with me, roll that f*ckin tweed, if she ain't f*ckin' him then she ain't f*ckin' me
Sorry babygirl, yeah I apologize, babygirl it's so simple. Blue money on my damn mind, got them blue 100s on my mental. Pull up in a X6, I ain't cash it out, it's a rental. Gang bangin' and that sellin' drugs yeah I'm sorry mama what I'm into. Lil n*gga better go to school, lil n*gga better read a Kindle. This street life ain’t your life, lil n*gga better use your temple. Louie goin’ hard, Louie goin’ stupid, Louie gotta switch the flow up. Yeah just like a damn squirrel tryna bust a nut, I just got nuts. Every week I be coppin’ sh*t, every week I gotta hit the store up. Everyday I be poured up, everyday I gotta f*ck my dough up. (CASH!)