[Intro]
L Beats
My name ain't Louis, but I’ll strong-arm you n***as

[Chorus]
Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
Twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah

[Verse 1]
Ran up and I came in it
Givin' it to her raw
Say Ariel for Thanksgiving
I'ma switch your car, sweetie
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
Everything I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me meddеd top
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
I ain't bluffin’, I'm callin' it how I see it
My n***as do numbers, we undеfeated
Had everything but a mausoleum
Big bank on me, like two M
Fish tank look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin' mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
Everything I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
[Chorus]
Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah

[Verse 2]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Kutthroat Bill, Kodak Black
I'm slayin' her, I'm slayin' her
You pussy n***as don't wear enough
I ain't even tryna get jammed up
Keep switchin' up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watchin' me everywhere I go, I'm paranoid
Still keep a nine millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon'— how are you sleepin' on me?
Lil' n***a, I do big ol' things
Mask on 'cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit
Keep hand sanitizer 'cause you n***as be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil' n***a, it's lit
My P.O. fine, I'ma tell her to quit
She already know I got meth in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
Fuck what the paper say, that ain't my jit
If Brady pull up, n***a, that ain't my stick
The police be askin' 'bout murders and shit
I'm a stand up n***a, I'll take me a sit
Kill Bill, mam-pam, brrt, click
I'm gleerious, they curious
I don't sweat no bitch, I respect my dick
I won't fuck no ho' on her period
Shawty say she want CC
I ain't even got no email
I'm pullin' up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season