[Intro]
(CJ on the beat)

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
She hop on the dick like a pogo
I'm wearin' Rick Owens, no Polo
She suckin' my dick on the camera in slow-mo
Louis V shoes, and my hoodie a Bogo
Louis V wrap 'round my head like a Taurus
Laughin' at broke n***as, they is hilarious
I got the money, hell no, we ain't sharin' it
Suckin' my dick, I'm delirious
Got tats on my face like my name Lil Peep
Pull up in the back truck, can't ride in no Jeep
Money counter go beep-beep
Fuck on this bitch every day of the week
Rick Owens my jeans, this shit is not cheap
Brand new boots, they by Yeezy
I'm fuckin' your bitch, it's too easy
My n***as don't read, but they got magazines
Racks, they too big, they can't fit in my jeans
New Louis V like I got it from Virgil
Poppin' a pill and it's blue like a Squirtle
His bitch is a Lamb', reversal
Louis V bag, I ain't get it from Herschel
[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Brand new bag and it's Louis V
Brand new belt, it's Louis V
Louis V kicks, these the look at me's
Smokin' on dope and my eyes are shinys
Louis V kicks, these the Louis V's
Louis V gang, we the Louis team
Martin Louis King, I had a dream
Fuckin' her deep with my dick in her spleen
Brand new bag it's the Louis V
Brand new belt, it's Louis V
Louis V kicks, these the look at me's
Smokin' on dope and my eyes are shinys
Louis V kicks, these the Louis V's
Louis V gang, we the Louis team
Martin Louis King, I had a dream
Fuckin' her deep with my dick in her spleen

[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Black Louis V shades, Stevie Wonder
Australian bitch, she from down under
I flex on my ex and it's makin' her frown
Louis V bag and they askin' me, "How?"
Ice on my neck, and I'm rollin' up loud
Don't love my dad 'cause he wasn't around
Fuckin' these bitches, they in love with my style
Might paint her face with the Louis V towel
Louis V sheets when I'm layin' down
Glock with a silencer, it came with thirty rounds
'Bout my Louis V, I don't play around
They treatin' you bad like when I was down
Show us your house, two-hundred to see me now
Foot on my face, Louis bag, I'ma wipe it down
Gold on my chains, and I'm still gon' jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain and my n***as gon' gun you down
Fuckin' a bitch in a Louis V gown
Reach in the water, I think I might drown
[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Brand new bag and it's Louis V
Brand new belt, it's Louis V
Louis V kicks, these the look at me's
Smokin' on dope and my eyes are shinys
Louis V kicks, these the Louis V's
Louis V gang, we the Louis team
Martin Louis King, I had a dream
Fuckin' her deep with my dick in her spleen

[Verse 3: EDDISON]
Uh, Louis V for my mama (Bitch)
Louis V for my partners (Yeah)
Louis V for my familys
I got extention on the clip, it look like a chicken tender (Pop, pop, pop)
I got bitches on bitches, I fuck 'em in Louis leather (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I might stunt, I might-, brr (Yeah)
I might stunt, I might-, pew (Pew-pew)
I might burst, I might-, pop (Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, I might almost fuckin' bust
I'm my bag, it like some lean (Lean)
I'm my bag, it like some lean
I'm my bag, it like some lean (Lean, lean)
I'm my bag, it like some lean
I put a drum dum-dum-dum-dum inside a AR-15 (Bah-bah-bah)
I put some drugs inside me (Yeah), lil' bitch, it's Big Double D
I put her on that bitch to fuck that bitch, and she fucked the team (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I did it first like Ray Jizzle (Bitch, bitch)
Why your pockets so little (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
She ate the dick like some Skittles
I got racks in the middle (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
I got racks in the middle (Yeah)
I got racks in the middle
I got beans, yeah, I might stuff my stash in the middle (Stash)
I got white like J-Bizzle (Bitch)
I got cocaine, Mike Tyson (Cocaine), your bitch is enticin' (Yeah)
I ran up like a byson, I ran up like a what? (Ran up)
Uh-huh, a byson (Okay)
She suckin' me, she not bitin' (Bitch), I shine hard like I'm lighting
I got big dope, I got Lizzo dope (Yeah, yeah, yeah), put goods in my pillow (Bah-bah-bah)
Snort the perc, boy, you gon' feel it, bro (Bitch)
Let the perc put, you gon' feel it, bro (Bitch)
You better catch up before I catch you, bro (Nah)
Get your cash up 'fore you bag a hoe (Woah)
You in last, bro, I got plenty dough (Yeah)
Louis V, Louis V all in my trenchcoat (Louis V)
Louis V, Louis V on top my ass, hoe (Louis V)
I mix the Rick Owens with the Raf, bro