Louis Baggage Songtext
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it
They was just laughing but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past em to where the cash is; rainy day stashing
Yeah
Yeah
In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming
Double antennas on the pink Impala
Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action
Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it
They was just laughing but I kept mashing
Now I've long sped past em to where the cash is; rainy day stashing
Don't hustle backwards, bless the reach
Underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge
Imma break it down for you so you understand it
Jet Life bitch, this is what building a brand is
Just laying it in my end in Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging
But ha, it wasn't her mansion
Mama I ain't even asking, that shit don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib for weed a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you niggas had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is to forreal full of thrills, up and down so I don't write it
They told me "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from the thugging, this shit can change in a sec New foreign smashed with the puddles cause when it rain you get wet
I took Grandpa's truck, it's hard to fuck with the help
And most of these niggas kids, I'll beat your ass with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt
This entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful
My bag secure, me failing? ain't going broke, to my homie fierce
I'm buying shit for my closet, might never wear it
That medicine in me? Nah I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly home, now she on the spear
I fell but I'm still successful, look at the wins
Underground king status
While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge
Imma break it down for you so you understand it
Jet Life bitch, this is what building a brand is
Just laying it in my end in Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths
She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging
But ha, it wasn't her mansion
Mama I ain't even asking, that shit don't matter
Just bring me to my homie crib for weed a Cuban sandwich
Put that on the set like moving cameras
I put on the Jet like Louis baggage
I wish you niggas had some type of guidance
OG used to teach you, when you speak I can tell you ain't the brightest
Why the hell you think I ain't excited?
My life is to forreal full of thrills, up and down so I don't write it
They told me "Treat it like chess"
I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed
I learned a lot from the thugging, this shit can change in a sec New foreign smashed with the puddles cause when it rain you get wet
I took Grandpa's truck, it's hard to fuck with the help
And most of these niggas kids, I'll beat your ass with a belt
I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt
This entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself
When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful
My bag secure, me failing? ain't going broke, to my homie fierce
I'm buying shit for my closet, might never wear it
That medicine in me? Nah I'm feeling cured
She told me to fly home, now she on the spear
I fell but I'm still successful, look at the wins
