Let down the window I'm dumping
Supercharge the v8 it's a hemi
Stomp the gas with a Drac in the back
Full of gas can't f*ck with my mood
Tune the engine I'm gone in seconds
I'm from Memphis can't walk around lacking shot his family wasnt happy
Got new oops they do all that typing
They don't like me cause they bitch be f*cking
Pull her hair and she spreading her ass
A job my ass you can kiss it
Me and Jay finna run up plenty
Off my ass, my momma can't stand it
Mix the jays with a Louis V fit
Pay me in cash it better be blues
Can't wait be to up living lavish
But I'm stuck in the hood with them goons
556 it do damage imma put the boy on the news
These niggas can't walk me down i'm the one looking for opps gone get hit wit that 30(30)
(yap)
(Santana)
(Let's go)
(yap)
(Let's go)
Bad bitch she say that I'm rude cause ian the type of nigga buy a bitch no shoes
Off the drank finna pour me a duece
Switch onna back of a Glock 22
Catch a body ian leavin' no clues
Big bankroll and I'm counting all blues
Onna mission im gon play it smooth
Hop out the car ween shootin' out coupes slatt
Yn from the east
6000 E Point where a nigga gon bleed
If a nigga ever think about f*ckin wit me
Ima hop out with choppas make a nigga swiss cheese
Yeen never heard a nigga say please
308 bullets hotter than sum grease
7.62 chopping down trees
Santana, I'm back in the boof with Lil te
Santana hopped out with a rocket like Krashout said i had left me a young nigga dead
We killed his dumbass for the talkin he died for what he said lil Terrion hopped out led (lil te)
I'm smoking on shit from a coffin ts got me coughing the only thing I see is red
I'm fresh ash on the walk in the bitches be stalking cause they know I be havin bread
(Yap)
You know the swag on point
I'm draped in designer finna roll me a blunt
Rf-15 slammin on shit like Lebron
Got a 100 sum shots in this gun
Up in a shootout with Te and we didn't have no gun
We ducking from fire while the old heads dump
Ever since then I been strapped with a drum
Glock 19x match my louis Vuttion
Glock match my Louis V sweater
Remember back when I had bows inna jetta (yap)
These niggas softer than feathers
When I catch a opp imma hit with that metal (yap)
Big Glock not the barretta put a switch onna back now it's shooting way better (yap)
We put ya mans on a stretcher I upped on that boy with that 38 special(that 38 special)
Jay Santana - Louis V (feat. HSG TE) Lyrics
Jay Santana - Louis V (feat. HSG TE) Lyrics
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Let down the window I'm dumping
Supercharge the v8 it's a hemi
Stomp the gas with a Drac in the back
Full of gas can't f*ck with my mood
Tune the engine I'm gone in seconds
I'm from Memphis can't walk around lacking shot his family wasnt happy
Got new oops they do all that typing
They don't like me cause they bitch be f*cking
Pull her hair and she spreading her ass
A job my ass you can kiss it
Me and Jay finna run up plenty
Off my ass, my momma can't stand it
Mix the jays with a Louis V fit
Pay me in cash it better be blues
Can't wait be to up living lavish
But I'm stuck in the hood with them goons
556 it do damage imma put the boy on the news
These niggas can't walk me down i'm the one looking for opps gone get hit wit that 30(30)
(yap)
(Santana)
(Let's go)
(yap)
(Let's go)
Bad bitch she say that I'm rude cause ian the type of nigga buy a bitch no shoes
Off the drank finna pour me a duece
Switch onna back of a Glock 22
Catch a body ian leavin' no clues
Big bankroll and I'm counting all blues
Onna mission im gon play it smooth
Hop out the car ween shootin' out coupes slatt
Yn from the east
6000 E Point where a nigga gon bleed
If a nigga ever think about f*ckin wit me
Ima hop out with choppas make a nigga swiss cheese
Yeen never heard a nigga say please
308 bullets hotter than sum grease
7.62 chopping down trees
Santana, I'm back in the boof with Lil te
Santana hopped out with a rocket like Krashout said i had left me a young nigga dead
We killed his dumbass for the talkin he died for what he said lil Terrion hopped out led (lil te)
I'm smoking on shit from a coffin ts got me coughing the only thing I see is red
I'm fresh ash on the walk in the bitches be stalking cause they know I be havin bread
(Yap)
You know the swag on point
I'm draped in designer finna roll me a blunt
Rf-15 slammin on shit like Lebron
Got a 100 sum shots in this gun
Up in a shootout with Te and we didn't have no gun
We ducking from fire while the old heads dump
Ever since then I been strapped with a drum
Glock 19x match my louis Vuttion
Glock match my Louis V sweater
Remember back when I had bows inna jetta (yap)
These niggas softer than feathers
When I catch a opp imma hit with that metal (yap)
Big Glock not the barretta put a switch onna back now it's shooting way better (yap)
We put ya mans on a stretcher I upped on that boy with that 38 special(that 38 special)
Supercharge the v8 it's a hemi
Stomp the gas with a Drac in the back
Full of gas can't f*ck with my mood
Tune the engine I'm gone in seconds
I'm from Memphis can't walk around lacking shot his family wasnt happy
Got new oops they do all that typing
They don't like me cause they bitch be f*cking
Pull her hair and she spreading her ass
A job my ass you can kiss it
Me and Jay finna run up plenty
Off my ass, my momma can't stand it
Mix the jays with a Louis V fit
Pay me in cash it better be blues
Can't wait be to up living lavish
But I'm stuck in the hood with them goons
556 it do damage imma put the boy on the news
These niggas can't walk me down i'm the one looking for opps gone get hit wit that 30(30)
(yap)
(Santana)
(Let's go)
(yap)
(Let's go)
Bad bitch she say that I'm rude cause ian the type of nigga buy a bitch no shoes
Off the drank finna pour me a duece
Switch onna back of a Glock 22
Catch a body ian leavin' no clues
Big bankroll and I'm counting all blues
Onna mission im gon play it smooth
Hop out the car ween shootin' out coupes slatt
Yn from the east
6000 E Point where a nigga gon bleed
If a nigga ever think about f*ckin wit me
Ima hop out with choppas make a nigga swiss cheese
Yeen never heard a nigga say please
308 bullets hotter than sum grease
7.62 chopping down trees
Santana, I'm back in the boof with Lil te
Santana hopped out with a rocket like Krashout said i had left me a young nigga dead
We killed his dumbass for the talkin he died for what he said lil Terrion hopped out led (lil te)
I'm smoking on shit from a coffin ts got me coughing the only thing I see is red
I'm fresh ash on the walk in the bitches be stalking cause they know I be havin bread
(Yap)
You know the swag on point
I'm draped in designer finna roll me a blunt
Rf-15 slammin on shit like Lebron
Got a 100 sum shots in this gun
Up in a shootout with Te and we didn't have no gun
We ducking from fire while the old heads dump
Ever since then I been strapped with a drum
Glock 19x match my louis Vuttion
Glock match my Louis V sweater
Remember back when I had bows inna jetta (yap)
These niggas softer than feathers
When I catch a opp imma hit with that metal (yap)
Big Glock not the barretta put a switch onna back now it's shooting way better (yap)
We put ya mans on a stretcher I upped on that boy with that 38 special(that 38 special)
Writer: Jeremy Walker
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