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(Everybody talkin') Yeah
(Sayin' that we're wrong and) Yeah, Big Lou shit
(So we should give 'em somethin') Big Lou shit, sometimes I like to
(I love you, Folly) Do more shit than say more shit
(Everybody talkin') You dig where the fuck I'm sayin'?
(Sayin' that we're wrong) Dig what the
Fuck I'm sayin'? (That's Lou, baby, baby)
(We should give 'em somethin' to talk about) What? What? Ayy, uh
Visualize it, uh, woah, hundred thousand, uh, more
Don't get in my picture (Nah), he ain't ridin' with you (Woah)
See them niggas fakin', can't get caught up in that game, uh
We is not the same, I put you on to
Make you famous and it last long (Long)
You owe me money, gotta pay more (Uh)
Catch a headshot until your brain gone (Boom, yee)
Love me more when I do pain songs (Facts)
I'll fly you out, but let's be private like the plane gone (Shit)
My mama said my swagger make 'em love me (Huh?)
Did God create you for me? (What?)
I ran too much games, I'm tryna fuck, she tryna love me (Nah)
Baby mama think I'm her hubby (Huh?)
I don't pay her no mind, she on the 'Gram, she tryna sub me (Fuck her)
It's a wrap, you a dubbie
And everybody dead
And you don't wanna be like them, so don't you pick your bed
My lil' homies got my back like they was ridin' pegs
My dawg still in the feds
Don't let 'em trick you out the streets
That's what my mama said (Love her)
I tell 'em, lonely nights (Lonely), hold me tight (Hold me tight)
Prayin' every day not knowin' you could go tonight (Ayy)
I poured my heart to get this far
I'm usin' all my might (Put it away)
And for the love, I can't be fakin', that's on Jesus Christ (Facts)
Lonely nights (Nights), show me right (Right)
I was told you do dirt, just prepare to
Pay the price (Lou, what up, nigga?)
See, I was trappin' just to help my mama
Pay the lights (Put it away, facts)
I had to put in dirty work, it wasn't always right (Ayy, yeah)
All these lonely nights
Youngins livin' wild like this ain't they only life
Feds got his man, now he sleepin' with his homie wife
Niggas been shady since day one like Obie Trice
Customers always right, this ain't my only price (Facts)
A real hustler gon' deal with inflation
A lot of you niggas never been in no real situation
I'm tired of you bitches in your feels and I still get impatient
I ride for my niggas that's in prison and live in them cages (Word)
I was really born broke, I felt fucked over
Back when I was stealin' change out my brother cup holder (Woo)
These niggas really ain't got no flavor like some club soda
I watched my cousin join the army and become a soldier, yo (Yo)
Caught a felony on tour, ain't tryna flex though
Sure, brother bailed me out, still need the next show (That's facts)
Why these bitches always worried 'bout the next ho? (No cap)
Whole life changed when I learned to let go, yo (Ayy, man)
Ayy, don't let these fuck niggas get you
Seen the Crips shed blood, seen a Blood turn cripple (Sheesh)
Why run off on the plug when the plug earn with you? (Yeah)
Hope you know that at your lowest, them drugs won't lift you
No, no, I just sold five pounds of weed on the low-low
Life got a lot of ups and downs, it go, yo
Already know though (Love her)
I tell 'em, lonely nights (Sorry), hold me tight (Hold me tight)
Prayin' every day not knowin' you could go tonight (Ayy)
I poured my heart to get this far
I'm usin' all my might (Put it away)
And for the love, I can't be fakin', that's on Jesus Christ (Facts)
Lonely nights (Nights, that's Lou, baby, baby), show me right (Right)
I was told you do dirt, just prepare to
Pay the price (Lou, what up, nigga?)
See, I was trappin' just to help my mama
Pay the lights (Put it away, facts)
I had to put in dirty work, it wasn't always right (Ayy, yeah)



Writer(s): Ebon Jerrod Jr Thomas, Kavily Barger, Loopy Ferrell, Sy Ari The Kid Copyright: Beatstars Publishing Worldwide


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