Lyrics: SNIVVY
Music: SNIVVY
Arranger: SNIVVY
Beast outta cage w da Louie V
Spend that 30 on da jewelry
Black on black that’s Louie tee
I'm gon ball with no referee
50 on my phone I’m like who want it
Opps on my back I’m like who check it
Say wooooo that’s pop back at it
Pull up in that Rover pussyass be ducking
We gon run them over
Wtf you saying
Vv on me shit is shining
With da p when I'm stepping
Finna catch your ass lacking
Bout to send yo ass to heaven
Iced Amiri for the jeans
See em boys be stressin'
Pussyboys tryna be me
Go find ur dawg in the debris
老子们稳起你在地上耍
Copy cat把我 flow具像化
I'm dripin look at my Richard mili
I'm dripin look at my Richard mili
Beast outta cage w da Louie V
Spend that 30 on da jewelry
Black on black that’s Louie tee
I'm gon ball with no referee
50 on my phone I’m like who want it
Opps on my back I’m like who check it
Say wooooo that's pop back at it
Idc what you talking abt
When you finna see me
Don’t tryna rumble with me
I’m that beast outta cage
**** that minimum wage
Tryna set me up with your men
但是你娃刚耍完 xan
I'm gon cook ya ass in the pan
I'm doin' 80 in da 30 zone
Flashed to your block like a tiger
What you lookin' at
You a stranger
Need a MV with da drone
Trauma in my head, I never let shown
Talk to me you gotta watch your tone
If you gon trouble me, it gotta be bone to bone
If Glock30 on me, it gotta be pole to pole
Neiman, 30
We be lurking that 60
Drop a band on Marni
What you lookin' at
You a goofy
I'm outta cell, shit was muddy
Now look at my VV shining
Now look at my VV shining
Beast outta cage w da Louie V
Spend that 30 on da jewelry
Black on black that’s Louie tee
I'm gon ball with no referee
50 on my phone I’m like who want it
Opps on my back I’m like who check it
Say wooooo that’s pop back at it
If I hand you the med you better eat
It Balenci for the tag
This ain't no Adidas
Shawty just took an x and I'm taking the x she
Bet we'll be geekin'
Shoot the k like it's preheated
Shoot at ya face no need for preachers
Me and Brodie pulling up in the Beamer
Bitch it's a two-seater
Chrome on my neck Jesus pieces
It feels like Jesus pieces but it ain't no Reese's pieces
Pop out with fleeces ready to bleed them
We be ready to Shooting Opps down
Mess with us you playing with fire
We Finna spin your block now