ApTwoTone - Louboutins

I Trap out my Louboutins
I hang with them hooligans
Pull up don't know who's in it
Shootin' shit like a movie clip
Do a hit don't know who did it
Nah you know we don't do the friends
Pullin' out in the Uber Benz
Hit the trap with my lou...

I Trap out my Louboutins
I hang with them hooligans
Pull up don't know who's in it
Shootin' shit like a movie clip
Do a hit don't know who did it
Nah you know we don't do the friends
Pullin' out in tha Uber Benz
Hit the trap with my Louboutins

Back to the bando we go
Stirrin' the pot on the stove
Member the days i was broke
Member hit licks on my own
Can't tell my time its all froz
When you got cash you got hoes
See yo hoe and she know that i know
Can't pronounce they still begged her to go
These bitches they sucking an fucking
Blow this cash cause you know it ain't nothing
We ball out and the women they love it
Oh no no man these hoes i can't cuff em
Hell na bitch other than that i don't trust em
Came from nothing turned it into something
Got some niggas they shoot in the public
Talk that shit get right hit in yo stomach
Pop a molly I'm up in my zone
Pour some lean in that shit now I'm slow
All i want is the cash keep the glo
She ain't fucking that bitch gotta go
Now a days niggas hate i know
Drop 2 down on my feet they like whoa
Yea my squad bitch they know that we on
After Xannies you know we be gone
Gotta shoot case still pending
Look at this ice on my pendant
Niggas they feeling offended
Cause all these dudes is pretending
Forgiato's on the Audi
All these niggas wanna copy
Ain't nobody that can stop me
Louboutins with the Versace

I Trap out my Louboutins
I hang with them hooligans
Pull up don't know who's in it
Shootin' shit like a movie clip
Do a hit don't know who did it
Nah you know we don't do the friends
Pullin' out in tha Uber Benz
Hit the trap with my Louboutins

Gotta get it how u live, having them dreams since a kid
Young niggas tryna get rich
All these diamonds on my wrist, i can't tell what time it is
Young niggas moving so sick, got me feeling kinda sick
Prolly hottest in the 6, i be movin' on the strip
Got my youngin's pushing nicks
So what with the medal, i fucking forget that i met her
It's better off we ain't together
Your girl been around cause you let her
She going all down thats whenever
My bros hold it down thats forever
You niggas can't get on a level, my nigga we ain't gonna stop till we settle
I do what i wanna, gotta bad bitch and she dig my persona
Baddest bitch an she came from Barcelona
Gotta rolex but it ain't no Daytona
These broke niggas pushing Toyota corollas
Keep a 30, no i don't need a holster
I be counting money like I'm supposta
Phone ring, my trap line motorola
I be serving, Juggin' throughout the city
When i make it bringin' my niggas with me
Get this money cause we gotta go get it
Miss my brothers they be locked for a minute
Niggas hatin' cause they know that we winning
Stack the money stack it up to the ceiling
Now a days niggas shootin' for no reason
Body's droppin' yea i guess its that season

Written by:
Moktar Mohamed

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