LOUIS VUITTON

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, like
(Cut it off, Frost)
F.E.B got niggas in they bag
Louis V, [?]
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah
[?] on my dick, so I know that they mad
Grrah, nigga said they [?]
Grrah, grrah
Beat every beat, got niggas in they bag
Niggas mad

[Chorus]
She want Chanel, so we coppin' the bag
Louis step, I really could brag
Dump on the check and I'm gettin' it back
Louis Vuitton, shit cost me a pack
Got a beam on the— shh, and it's deeper than rap
Taco (Grrah), that boy is a tat'
Taco (Grrah), my demons attack
Slide in the dark, they don't know where we at
Pack 'em, gang
Bitch, you sit in the back
Shorty be buggin', she gotta relax
She a smoochie, I gotta pass
Beat up the box, leave that bitch in the cab
Shе not bougie, I want her back
She want thе loot, give her the bag
Card too flash, could dump on the jatt'
Big F.E.B, got niggas in they bag
(Cheeks, cheeks)

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm a demon they cannot defeat
Face of the Bronx, no, they cannot compete
Beat up the cat and I'm under the sheets
How you bigger than me? You ain't run into me
Got a Glock with a dick when you run into me
Got some niggas that's buggin' for me
My niggas gunnin' and thuggin' for me
Don't need a ham', but I'm takin' a risk
They see Yus and they takin' a pic
She see the diamonds, she like I'm a lick
Get on the beat and I body the bitch
Ain't nobody gon' tell you the way to get rich
Bitch, it's only my blood, bitch, I'm never gon' switch
Rock designer, I stay with my drip
Call me Osama when I'm on a hit
They like, "Yus, you legit"
Been gettin' money before I was lit
Bad luck came, bitch, I never was it
Say I locked in, bitch, I never was [?]
They like, "Yus, you the goat," I be feelin' like Wick
D's on my body, I'm hittin' like six
I'ma keep goin', I'm not goin' in

[Chorus]
She want Chanel, so we coppin' the bag
Louis step, I really could brag
Dump on the check and I'm gettin' it back
Louis Vuitton, shit cost me a pack
Got a beam on the— shh, and it's deeper than rap
Taco (Grrah), that boy is a tat'
Taco (Grrah), my demons attack
Slide in the dark, they don't know where we at
Pack 'em, gang
Bitch, you sit in the back
Shorty be buggin', she gotta relax
She a smoochie, I gotta pass
Beat up the box, leave that bitch in the cab
She not bougie, I wanna bag
She want the loot, give her the bag
Card too flash, could dump on the jatt'
Big F.E.B, got niggas in they bag
(Cheeks, cheeks)