Louis Bag

[Chorus]
Glock up in my Louis bag
Finna fuck a bad bitch raw, that's my sushi Mag'
I just paid 10K for some shit that got a Gucci tag
Your bitch stay up on my peter, nigga, like I'm Stewie dad (AJ, you iced up?)
Young nigga, they treat me like a vet, I got the newbies mad

[Verse 1]
Ten thick bitches in my face just like it's Boosie bash
I get the pape', then I get some head and get the coochie last
The feds flick me, I be in that Lam' and did the stupid dash
You want some pape', nigga? Better pay attention
RTB filled with rich niggas, that's why your bae is missing
Yeah, they pay to watch me hoop, now them niggas pay to listen
Richest nigga in my city, yeah, I got some paper distance
But I'm the same nigga, if he try me, I'ma bang triggers
My white boy ridin' with me and he'll hang niggas
Ironic that your bitch givin' me neck 'cause my chain different
Cullinan big as fuck, I couldn't even lane-switch it

[Interlude]
RTB, nigga, gang
Lil' shit talk, man
Richest nigga in my city, nigga

[Verse 2]
I can't have a convo with a bitch if she won't let me fuck
I can't have no convo with no bitch 'cause they might set me up
Might just leave Toronto with your bitch in a Tesla truck
Pour this Wockeisha, my drink darker than a Nestlé cup
We just hit your brother up, I just told her, "Be well"
I just had some opp pack, choke a coach like Sprewell
I got the wave, she ain't see it, but she heard me like a seashell
Bitch, I'm tryna F-U-C-K like can she spell?
Blocked her on the 'Gram, so she had to use the email
Took a kush nap off the— now the weed stale
He got a R.I.C.O. charge and did one, did he tell?
It's me, Jai, and twenty other people, all females
Yeah, I'm off some Henny, so I told that bitch double up
Chum poured the drink, I asked that nigga, "Where my double cup?"
Yeah, I got a Moncler, I'm rich, I'm 'bout to bubble up
I pulled her pants down and whipped out, fucked the cuddle up
He found out I fucked his BM and texted, "What the fuck?"
He found out I'm Sonic with this Glock, I can't knuckle up
She tried to suck me in the Lam', told me, "Buckle up"
Probably twin crossed your favorite player and got a record book

[Chorus]
Glock up in my Louis bag
Finna fuck a bad bitch raw, that's my sushi Mag'
I just paid 10K for some shit that got a Gucci tag
Your bitch stay up on my peter, nigga, like I'm Stewie dad
Young nigga, they treat me like a vet, I got the newbies mad