Lyrics to Louis V Umbrella
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie
N*ggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
Two tone Beretta
Balenci sweater I was broke now I’m better
Walked through the rain with a Louis V Umbrella
And I touched $100k this year lil fella
But that shit’s whatever
Perc 10 yellow
Roll me up a chopper I don’t do cigarillos
How we in the hills we just some n*ggas from the ghetto
30 on the chain feeling like gold medals
Rose gold bezels
N*gga just begun
Coldgame
Young Slayter
1 of 1
All you rapper n*ggas, yeah they 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
Big guns, big guns, like Iraq
Took your chain and you ain’t go and get it back (pussy)
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie
N*ggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
You lucky that you met the Sada Baby with the gold teeth
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 n*gga head like a trophy, let’s get it
Bitch I got about a 100 bands on my body
Feel like I might put bout 50 bands on somebody
Walk up with a chopper and my mans got the shottie
Ain’t never telling on my mans like he shottie
Real Woo business, who with it?
Shoot him in the head make him lick his true feelings
Who did it? You better not rat, ay
I beat a n*gga dead with a bat, ay
We’ll jump him and his friends ’til they flat
Hit his hoe from the side she need a back brace
I still cut the dope with the Lactaid
The clip got a clip on the clip this bitch manmade
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie
N*ggas lucky they ain't get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
N*ggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
Two tone Beretta
Balenci sweater I was broke now I’m better
Walked through the rain with a Louis V Umbrella
And I touched $100k this year lil fella
But that shit’s whatever
Perc 10 yellow
Roll me up a chopper I don’t do cigarillos
How we in the hills we just some n*ggas from the ghetto
30 on the chain feeling like gold medals
Rose gold bezels
N*gga just begun
Coldgame
Young Slayter
1 of 1
All you rapper n*ggas, yeah they 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
Big guns, big guns, like Iraq
Took your chain and you ain’t go and get it back (pussy)
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie
N*ggas lucky they ain’t get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
You lucky that you met the Sada Baby with the gold teeth
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 n*gga head like a trophy, let’s get it
Bitch I got about a 100 bands on my body
Feel like I might put bout 50 bands on somebody
Walk up with a chopper and my mans got the shottie
Ain’t never telling on my mans like he shottie
Real Woo business, who with it?
Shoot him in the head make him lick his true feelings
Who did it? You better not rat, ay
I beat a n*gga dead with a bat, ay
We’ll jump him and his friends ’til they flat
Hit his hoe from the side she need a back brace
I still cut the dope with the Lactaid
The clip got a clip on the clip this bitch manmade
Coulda bought a car but I spent that shit on a Rollie
N*ggas lucky they ain't get a chance to meet the old me
Nagle Ave posted I was in apartment 4E
One thing I ain’t never did in life was talk to police
If you loved your BM my n*gga you should have kept her
I just put some game on her off her feet I swept her
Baby keep your clothes on I just want you from the neck up
Percocets and hi-tech leaking like I’m Lil Tecca
