Burna Bandz - Louis V lyrics

Trap, trap, trap

Still flushing pack in the trap
Like I'm in duress
Wait don't you bend don't you fold
When the game test you
Step on shit send my wassas to
Pull up and stretch you
Little bitch she just want my time
No time on my schedule
Louis sneaks and it match my Louis V duffel
I stack my pizza all this shit
I got it off the muscle
Make the dough go flip a 4 but I don't Russel
Glock 30 gen 4 nigga place

Been getting this money you want the
Smoke we come and get you
Knock him off if he play both sides we
Don't do no monkey in the middle
What's all that I'm proud of I'll
Always stand on my decision
And if bro get in that four
Door then I'm riding with him
Get smoked over some clout
Racks in my bank account
She ain't wanna buss it open till
She seen me buss down
So much racks I couldn't count
Better not catch him outta bounds
We don't want no deals just
The full conversions touch down
'Cause we tryna dodge indictments
Cro on a M he won't try to fight it
She do what I say I ain't Simon
Put my wrist to freeze the time
I don't have time to beef 'bout ho's, nah
Especially not with bro
She just want a little Patrón
Just enough to get her going

Still flushing pack in the trap
Like I'm in duress
Wait don't you bend don't you fold
When the game test you
Step on shit send my wassas to
Pull up and stretch you
Little bitch she just want my time
No time on my schedule
Louis sneaks and it match my Louis V duffel
I stack my pizza all this shit
I got it off the muscle
Make the dough go flip a 4 but I don't Russel
Glock 30 gen 4 nigga place

Killers with the mop sticks
They don't do no maintenance
We just get the drop and circle your location
Demons pull up movie clips
This is not the Matrix
40 in my hand he getting
Flied like a vacation
Sell dope ain't nothing new
Trap house turn 1 to 2
Bando still serving food
I'm busy making moves
Our shooters send you to God
I'm balling like LeBron
Trap money ain't no fraud
They cap it's a facade
Ouu, that boy he neat he keep
His glizzy in the streets
I heard keys open doors so I
Jumped up in the streets
They gon' fold dope locks it
Serve the fiends gaining profit
Buy your life like an auction
Getting money that's an option

Still flushing pack in the trap
Like I'm in duress
Wait don't you bend don't you fold
When the game test you
Step on shit send my wassas to
Pull up and stretch you
Little bitch she just want my time
No time on my schedule
Louis sneaks and it match my Louis V duffel
I stack my pizza all this shit
I got it off the muscle
Make the dough go flip a 4 but I don't Russel
Glock 30 gen 4 nigga place