STS J Lou - Out of Luck

Ridin around on your block with a chopper
I can't wait to shoot this b*tch up
Do not "bro" me when you see me
It's just me and the squad and you ain't one of us
STS sh*t, all my brothers they solid
(How you know) cause we came out the mud
These niggas love to run they mouth caught em at the f*ckin light
Now he runnin out of luck
Throwing dubs in the club I don't give a f*ck
In a coupe with her friends so they double up
In her mouth like some mf bubblegum
Smoke comin out his head like we lit a blunt
2019 I was broke, cookin up no stove fast forward
Damn a n*gga had to level up
Now these hoes and these bitches wanna hit him up
Crazy
If wanna see gotta pay me uh
Dick ain't free like baby uh
'Member I was shopping at the Macy's uh
Now I got the ball like Brady
Ballin like AD
Gotta get my bread like Jay Z
Pull up on n*gga with the hammer on my side Amy (Bop)
Now his head on the pavement
(Sheesh)
5 N*ggas one bed apartment
Light off, I was writing in the darkness
Outta the tools damn a was the sharpest
(Young bull) Even as kid was on that boss shit
(More food) Eat off you're plate if i'm starving
(You old news) These rappers washed like facets
(What you gon do) Take out the trash no garage oou
Yeah yeah I got some flows that I know they gon take
2 Twins glocks, Mary and Kate
Come in your house open the safe
Covid 19, I'm wearing my mask
I gotta be safe
You cannot be saved
First time I smoked me a blunt it was laced
Ever since then they said that I...
Yeah yeah they said that I changed
Stick to the motto I'm staying the same
F*ck that designer, man f*ck all the fame
F*ck all the people do it for clout
I can tell most of you n*ggas in pain
I can tell most of you n*ggas is down
I can tell most of you n*ggas in chains

Yeah Yeah let my people free yuh
Ain't no n*gga like me yuh
Ain't no n*gga like who?

I call her a beauty
She call me a beast
Never seen real love but she did from the streets
She angel around me but a freak in the sheets
If she messing me leave that p*ssy deceased aye

Yeah yeah member granny cookin out that crockpot uh
Y'all n*ggas I was gon close shop?
I'm still on grind like nonstop

Somebody said new flows? I'm first n*gga to pop out
Grab a pen and pad so you can write down
Who the hottest in this bitch comin from my town
Never been b*tch i ain't never gon backdown
If you ain't bout what you rap then pipe down
Lotta n*ggas rap but they all got one sound
The flag on the play and you n*ggas is outta bounds
I only speak the truth that's why hate when I come around
I'm hellhound coming from the pound

Smoking on mild
Lookin for the crown

Just found it
It was bound it happened, and it read a note

Lou keep on snapping b*tch
Lets go b*tch

A n*gga make one wrong I'm a hop out
One hand on whip
Other hand on my bitch
A n*gga like me don't wanna talk out it
I learn lot about you n*ggas that's it
Reals stand to the right
Fakes stand to the left
Watch let me load another clip
All you haters getting hit
Thought this was over
I'm reloading my shit whoaa woaa

Written by:
Joel Louis

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