[Intro]
Lou, Lou, Lou
[Verse 1]
It was Saturday, around 10, in the AM
I woke up to a call about my brother gettin’ laid in
That’s my lil’ homie, so I’m straight up out the bed
There’s videos on IG with niggas kickin’ in his head
I need ‘em dead
And yeah I know exactly who they be
And yeah I know its time to place a face up on a tee
G23, or I could rock out with Mack-11
Either way, over lil’ Mikey, someone seein’ God in heaven
Blood, I’m stressin’
I’m on probation, meditatin’ murder
Lemme call lil’ Mikey to get the story in order
Like, “Hello? Lil’ bro, why the fuck you didn’t hit me?”
He likе, “Brother, fuck that, I need you to come and get mе
Swear them niggas did me chimmy, watch me do them niggas worse
The way I terrorize their turf, they gon’ wish they blew me first
If I’m the youngest and the first to drop some, nigga fuck it
I’ma be the pit pissin’ on who play me like a puppy”
I just chuckled, “Bro all that hot shit gon’ have to cut, I know you mad, I’m mad too, but all them niggas know its up
Let’s play it smooth, I got a plan, I’ll explain it in person
I’m still fuckin’ with Persian, her presence might come in purpose”
He like, “Lou, I think I see exactly where you goin”
I’m like, “Yup”, and say no more, we finna get this shit in motion
First, I hang up the phone and I’m stalkin’ these niggas pages
They probably know my face, so I need some more information
Fuck a patiently waitin’, I’m gon’ set this up tonight
I’m checkin’ Persian location to make sure she ain’t outside
Wait, where the fuck she even drop?
I recognize this spot, she with her friend that fucks the opps
But this could work out, so I don’t even call her phone
‘Cause I don’t know who in that house, them bitches might not be alone
I text her Snapchat to see if she can set the play and have her friend to get ‘em in that house
Today is they last day
Lou, Lou, Lou
[Verse 1]
It was Saturday, around 10, in the AM
I woke up to a call about my brother gettin’ laid in
That’s my lil’ homie, so I’m straight up out the bed
There’s videos on IG with niggas kickin’ in his head
I need ‘em dead
And yeah I know exactly who they be
And yeah I know its time to place a face up on a tee
G23, or I could rock out with Mack-11
Either way, over lil’ Mikey, someone seein’ God in heaven
Blood, I’m stressin’
I’m on probation, meditatin’ murder
Lemme call lil’ Mikey to get the story in order
Like, “Hello? Lil’ bro, why the fuck you didn’t hit me?”
He likе, “Brother, fuck that, I need you to come and get mе
Swear them niggas did me chimmy, watch me do them niggas worse
The way I terrorize their turf, they gon’ wish they blew me first
If I’m the youngest and the first to drop some, nigga fuck it
I’ma be the pit pissin’ on who play me like a puppy”
I just chuckled, “Bro all that hot shit gon’ have to cut, I know you mad, I’m mad too, but all them niggas know its up
Let’s play it smooth, I got a plan, I’ll explain it in person
I’m still fuckin’ with Persian, her presence might come in purpose”
He like, “Lou, I think I see exactly where you goin”
I’m like, “Yup”, and say no more, we finna get this shit in motion
First, I hang up the phone and I’m stalkin’ these niggas pages
They probably know my face, so I need some more information
Fuck a patiently waitin’, I’m gon’ set this up tonight
I’m checkin’ Persian location to make sure she ain’t outside
Wait, where the fuck she even drop?
I recognize this spot, she with her friend that fucks the opps
But this could work out, so I don’t even call her phone
‘Cause I don’t know who in that house, them bitches might not be alone
I text her Snapchat to see if she can set the play and have her friend to get ‘em in that house
Today is they last day
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