Smoke DZA, Meyhem Lauren, Nym Lo, Thirstin Howl III - Lo Horsemen lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Meyhem Lauren, Nym Lo, Thirstin Howl III - Lo Horsemen lyrics]
Hello to all, LO it all
LO the hat, shirt, pants, LO the drawers
LO the socks then LO the boots
It's horses in the V too
I guess you say we LO'd the coupe
Vroom! I'm a horseman for real my nigga
I cops out like I made a deal my nigga
Know three things, I am vet and I am fresh
So when you see a nigga draped in all L
Know that I am next
You never get that, just sit back
You know when I'm in denim supply
Niggas feelin' so alive
Or at the crap table making
Bets on Black Label
RLX and double RL too, matter of fact
We the RL cartel crew and
I'm heavy with the animals, barbell zoo
They don't call me NYM Lo for nothing
Do you see a nigga stuntin'
Causin' mayhem in my Lauren as
I George Kush the button
Yeah, one L
Still means nothin' without the other
The double L
Dipped like a mannequin from
Seven deuce and Madison
Snow beachin heavy classic
Items known for matchin' them
My outfit's speak so loud that
One could interact with 'em
So say I'm dressed to kill
See niggas even clap for them
Clap for what these polo items that I got
It's no mystery, it's history
East Brooklyn lick a shot (blaow)
Rep two Ls, drop jew-els, rep 2 Ls
And shine like the jewels I
Drop in shirts that's hot, uh
Graphic prints, US mints, lo silk
Keep it under the tints, picture me rollin'
Pockets probably swolen
Plus I'm possibly holdin'
Fuck bronze and silver, dog
My dress code is golden what?
Yeah, yeah hey yo, the team is official, son
We got some double L athletes
Right, it's the Horsemen
Ric, Arn, Ole and Tully
Little horse on my skully
All the hood rats love me
Like Lo sweat suit's, one time for my nephew
Light a nine gram bomber for
My little nigga Delli (rest in peace)
Sip some Riesling
Been lowed up since my feet swing
And my p wing like it's a G thing
Two Ls nigga, we in the house, Rugby
Decent amount
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph
Shit we be on it
Bullshit don't wanna speak on it
Smellin' like that green bottle with
The three on it
Make bitches wanna get next to you
Smokin' on that extraterrestrial
Watch wear, oyster perpetual nigga
Turn the lights out
Polo sport jerseys when it's nice out
Three series with the transparent top
(where'd it go?)
Lo to the socks, what's the hatin' about?
Got nothin' else to say, OG, take 'em out
Let them hate, Smoke
Everything they hate, they bitches love
Know what I mean?
They never knew how to understand
Why niggas is so fly lo Life forever
My Ls is my wings
Like I said before, I ain't fly no more
I'm skydiving status throw me off the plane
That's how Lo Lifes do
From the eighty eight greats
To the rest in peace to the lates
From now and then always, to the end
Cause we are the beginning once again
L for life, L for life my Ls for life
LO the hat, shirt, pants, LO the drawers
LO the socks then LO the boots
It's horses in the V too
I guess you say we LO'd the coupe
Vroom! I'm a horseman for real my nigga
I cops out like I made a deal my nigga
Know three things, I am vet and I am fresh
So when you see a nigga draped in all L
Know that I am next
You never get that, just sit back
You know when I'm in denim supply
Niggas feelin' so alive
Or at the crap table making
Bets on Black Label
RLX and double RL too, matter of fact
We the RL cartel crew and
I'm heavy with the animals, barbell zoo
They don't call me NYM Lo for nothing
Do you see a nigga stuntin'
Causin' mayhem in my Lauren as
I George Kush the button
Yeah, one L
Still means nothin' without the other
The double L
Dipped like a mannequin from
Seven deuce and Madison
Snow beachin heavy classic
Items known for matchin' them
My outfit's speak so loud that
One could interact with 'em
So say I'm dressed to kill
See niggas even clap for them
Clap for what these polo items that I got
It's no mystery, it's history
East Brooklyn lick a shot (blaow)
Rep two Ls, drop jew-els, rep 2 Ls
And shine like the jewels I
Drop in shirts that's hot, uh
Graphic prints, US mints, lo silk
Keep it under the tints, picture me rollin'
Pockets probably swolen
Plus I'm possibly holdin'
Fuck bronze and silver, dog
My dress code is golden what?
Yeah, yeah hey yo, the team is official, son
We got some double L athletes
Right, it's the Horsemen
Ric, Arn, Ole and Tully
Little horse on my skully
All the hood rats love me
Like Lo sweat suit's, one time for my nephew
Light a nine gram bomber for
My little nigga Delli (rest in peace)
Sip some Riesling
Been lowed up since my feet swing
And my p wing like it's a G thing
Two Ls nigga, we in the house, Rugby
Decent amount
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph
Shit we be on it
Bullshit don't wanna speak on it
Smellin' like that green bottle with
The three on it
Make bitches wanna get next to you
Smokin' on that extraterrestrial
Watch wear, oyster perpetual nigga
Turn the lights out
Polo sport jerseys when it's nice out
Three series with the transparent top
(where'd it go?)
Lo to the socks, what's the hatin' about?
Got nothin' else to say, OG, take 'em out
Let them hate, Smoke
Everything they hate, they bitches love
Know what I mean?
They never knew how to understand
Why niggas is so fly lo Life forever
My Ls is my wings
Like I said before, I ain't fly no more
I'm skydiving status throw me off the plane
That's how Lo Lifes do
From the eighty eight greats
To the rest in peace to the lates
From now and then always, to the end
Cause we are the beginning once again
L for life, L for life my Ls for life