LOUIS V UMBRELLA lyrics

[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that sh*t on a Rollie (Facts)
n*ggas 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 n*gga, 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 (b*tch)
But that sh*t’s whatever (b*tch)
Perc' ten yellow
Roll me up a chopper, I'on do cigarillos ('rillos)
How we in the hills?
We just some n*ggas from the ghetto (Ghetto)
Thirty on the chain
Feelin' like gold medals
Rose gold bezels
n*gga just begun (I just begun)
Coldgame, Young Slayter, one of one (I'm one of one)
All you rapper n*ggas, yeah, they my sons (My sons)
I’m tweeting in the tub like Rev Run
I f*cked your b*tch and I just did that sh*t for fun
I got the chopper to your face, you better run (You better run, b*tch)
Big guns, big guns like Iraq
I took your chain and you ain’t gon' get it back (pus*y)
[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that sh*t on a Rollie (Facts)
n*ggas 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 n*gga, 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 n*gga head like a trophy, let’s get it, huh
b*tch, 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 (n*gga), 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 n*gga 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 b*tch manmade
[Chorus: Slayter]
Coulda bought a car but I spent that sh*t on a Rollie (Facts)
n*ggas 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 n*gga, 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)