LOUIS V UMBRELLA

[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie (Facts)
Niggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me (For real)
Nagle Ave, posted, I was in apartment 4E (Damn)
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you love your BM, my nigga, you shoulda kept her (Shoulda kept her)
I just put some game on, off her feet, I swept her
Baby, keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up (Want the neck)
Percocets and hi-tech, geeking like I’m Lil Tecca

[Verse 1: Slayter]
Two tone Beretta (Facts), Balenci sweater (Yeah)
I was broke, now I’m better
Walked through the rain with a Louis V Umbrella
And I touched a hundred K this year lil' fella (Bitch)
But that shit’s whatever (Bitch)
Perc' ten yellow
Roll me up a chopper, I'on do cigarillos ('rillos)
How we in the hills?
We just some niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto)
Thirty on the chain
Feelin' like gold medals
Rose gold bezels
Nigga just begun (I just begun)
Coldgame, Young Slayter, one of one (I'm one of one)
All you rapper niggas, yeah, they my sons (My sons)
I’m tweeting in the tub like Rev Run
I fucked your bitch and I just did that shit for fun
I got the chopper to your face, you better run (You better run, bitch)
Big guns, big guns like Iraq
I took your chain and you ain’t gon' get it back (Pussy)

[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie (Facts)
Niggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me (For real)
Nagle Ave, posted, I was in apartment 4E (For real)
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police (Yeah)
If you love your BM, my nigga, you shoulda kept her
I just put some game on, off her feet, I swept her
Baby, keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up (I want the dome)
Percocets and hi-tech, geeking like I’m Lil Tecca

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
You lucky that you met the Sada Baby with the gold teeth (On God)
I woulda pulled up on you with a .45 and a stollie
To think about it, I almost lost my life over a Rollie
But I’ma mount that nigga head like a trophy, let’s get it, huh
Bitch, I got 'bout hunnid bands on my body (Woo)
Feel like I might put 'bout fifty bands on somebody (Huh)
Walk up with a chopper and my mans got the shottie, ayy
Ain’t never telling on my mans like he shottie (Uh)
Real Woo business (Nigga), who with it?
Shoot him in his head, make him leak his true feelings
Huh, who did it? You better not rat, ayy
I beat a nigga dead with a bat, ayy
We’ll jump him and his friends ’til they flat, ayy
Hit his hoe from the side, she need a back brace (On God)
I still cut the dope with the Lactaid (I will)
The clip got a clip on the clip, this bitch manmade

[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie (Facts)
Niggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me (For real)
Nagle Ave, posted, I was in apartment 4E (For real)
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police (Yeah)
If you love your BM, my nigga, you shoulda kept her
I just put some game on, off her feet, I swept her
Baby, keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up (I want the dome)
Percocets and hi-tech, geeking like I’m Lil Tecca (Tecca)