Louis Bag lyrics

[Chorus]
Glock up in my Louis bag
Finna f*ck a bad b*tch raw, that's my sushi Mag'
I just paid 10K for some sh*t that got a Gucci tag
Your b*tch stay up on my peter, n*gga, like I'm Stewie dad (AJ, you iced up?)
Young n*gga, they treat me like a vet, I got the newbies mad

[Verse 1]
Ten thick b*tches 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', n*gga? Better pay attention
RTB filled with rich n*ggas, that's why your bae is missing
Yeah, they pay to watch me hoop, now them n*ggas pay to listen
Richest n*gga in my city, yeah, I got some paper distance
But I'm the same n*gga, if he try me, I'ma bang triggers
My white boy ridin' with me and he'll hang n*ggas
Ironic that your b*tch givin' me neck 'cause my chain different
Cullinan big as f*ck, I couldn't even lane-switch it

[Interlude]
RTB, n*gga, gang
Lil' sh*t talk, man
Richest n*gga in my city, n*gga

[Verse 2]
I can't have a convo with a b*tch if she won't let me f*ck
I can't have no convo with no b*tch 'cause they might set me up
Might just leave Toronto with your b*tch 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
b*tch, 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 b*tch double up
Chum poured the drink, I asked that n*gga, "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, f*cked the cuddle up
He found out I f*cked his BM and texted, "What the f*ck?"
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 f*ck a bad b*tch raw, that's my sushi Mag'
I just paid 10K for some sh*t that got a Gucci tag
Your b*tch stay up on my peter, n*gga, like I'm Stewie dad
Young n*gga, they treat me like a vet, I got the newbies mad