[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
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[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You would think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n***a? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
N***as late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n***as up, fuckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n***as be cappin', bitch, you know we got a bag here

[Verse 1]
Throw the strip club up, swing them ones like it's confetti
Fuckеd her with a rubber, but the lil' bitch say shе pregnant
Uh, inside all-white, but the outside look spaghetti
Fucked her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetti
A bitch asked me for five hundred, I cut her off 'cause she petty
Bitch, I give a band and up, I give you five K if you ready
Pimpin' ain't easy, I'm only goin', bitch, if I let it
Uh, I'm a real heater, I sling that iron, I sling machetes
Uh, my bitches all organic, I cut 'em off if they use edit
Young turnt n***a, I want a bag, I don't want credit
Uh, that money gon' buy a brick, but you can't but that shit with credit
I was talkin' cash shit, but if you up, then I'ma bet it
You fuck all of her broads, shit, you broke, n***a, I said it
I'm bust up than a bitch, come check my wrist, flaw settin'
I bought a bitch a ring, but we ain't ready for no weddin'
I know these n***as snake, I can see these n***as sheddin'
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You'd think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n***a? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
N***as late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n***as up, fuckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n***as be cappin', bitch, you know we got a bag here

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got the bag here
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got that cash
Rip off paper tag, switched again, then smash
We ain't pickin' faces, whoop a bitch and a n***a ass
Bruises on my hand 'cause I been trappin' glass bags
Your door swingin' hard as fuck, I got some gas bags
You lookin' for me, just post, "Prince of Bubba," with the hashtag
We don't do no rap beef, drop the lo', we spank his ass

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You'd think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n***a? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
N***as late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n***as up, fuckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n***as be cappin', bitch, you know we got a bag here