King Louie - Shout Out lyrics

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King Louie - Shout Out lyrics

[Hook: Lil Herb] Shout out my connect, he give techs to the set and my shooters the wildest Boa I be so fresh like I'm ready for d**h man shout out to my stylist My shorties they on it, they blowin', keep scorin' like that white boy on Dallas This money keep pilin', shout out my lawyer don't know what a trial is (2x) [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Shout out to lil bro, cause for me he gon' blow He'll let that 40 cal spit I got so many hoes, I can't trust 'em I don't let know where my house is Gotta keep a gun on me, cause I be pourin' pints of lean Smokin' dope by the ounces f** n***a bet not run up on me Imma let this 30 squeeze til that b**h go silent Cause I be countin hunnids, lot of hunnids So many hunnids I'm tired of thumbin' We got choppas that hold a hunnid We tired of drummin' Always fyin' onna oppers so they tired of runnin' High speeds with the jakes they be tired of comin' I got a lotta haters think I gotta buy a Uzi I be buyin' 30 clips, I never bought a movie I was rockin' Louie inna video wit' Louie Bein' stuipid smokin' doobies we just need some booties Tell the squad they could get a pic wit me and Louie Dumb b**h you can't pick, you f**in' me AND Louie f**ed a b**h like 26 and I was still a juvie I was totin' 30 clips when I was still a juvie Smoke asked who up next, I said him and Juvie And this bezel on my wrist it look like crystal rubies And I never been a b**h so you gon' have to shoot me f** n***a! [Hook] [Verse 2: King Louie] My shooters shoot shooters They stay double breasted they should work at Hooters I smoke out wit' Herb I be ballin' wit' Bibby, these n***as is losers Got 40s wit' 30s, the shooters is shorties And on that b**h rollin' My life is a movie My name is Louie, but they call me Tony Buy some new choppers for oppers Black card it ain't got no limit On Essesx wit' the No Limits Before rap I was gettin' money Finesse you right out yo money No exchange when I'm wit' Armani I keep some k**ers around me Young Bama just got out the county They can't keep real n***as down Run up and drill n***as down Roll up the dope where the b**hes Snitches get bullets not stitches Yo BM give my dick kisses You kiss her on IG pictures I go to sleep wit' my Nin In case they tweak in the dream AK gun hit up a team Get on that wit' that machine Face shots put him on the screen Tell and they might k** yo mama How you gon' live wit' that karma [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Bibby] Underdog like Rocky Go hard till they drop me They know they can't stop me Sprite dirty as the opps be Operation lookin' sloppy The feds tryna watch me And they say they got me Servin' on camera I told 'em that it's not me Get a deal if he cop three I'm hotter than the block be Me and Herb inna drophead Middle finger to the haters Tell 'em drop dead She gon' do the whole squad Cause we got bread All my hittas got dreads Look like mopheads You can catch me ridin' in the Jag The hammer in the stash Holes in the skully We use it like a mask I just make a call Have them shooters on yo a** Gotta brand new 30 Fo gon use it on yo a** Kick a n***a door, where the weed at? Cause we need that, best believe that If he act dumb, bro squeeze that Where the money and the loud and the keys at? n***as snitchin' but my lawyer gon' beat that You don't even gotta ask, n***a we strapped Plus my young n***as know where he sleep at You'll never catch me slippin' cause I keep that [Hook]

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