Young Dro, Jose Guapo - Dat Loud lyrics
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Dro, Jose Guapo - Dat Loud lyrics]
Dat loud
JD, they talkin' about they on loud, shawty
They ain't know what loud was 'til I came
Boy irene, kush shawty
Black Kush in the building
Slim what's happening zeron what's happening
Dunk what's happening, we got loud
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
Aye look, I'm tryna spend a rack on that loud
A thousand for a pack of that loud
I don't know how to act on that loud
You can smell me from the back of the crowd
Look at me and look at my rims
Yokohama sitting on slims
Damn I miss my homeboy Slim
Weight like I'm up in the gym
Switch that Maserati to roll
They know not to try me with clothes
Man I be dso fresh on them hoes
Them hoes, them hoes, them hoes
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
That loud
My niggas say turn up
But what I'm smoking turnt up
My niggas brought the blunts cause
They all been burnt up
Smoke 15 like can't nobosy hear us
We in VIP, so they can't get near us
Stunting no nigga I'm tryna fuck a bitch
Money over everything, I'm tryna get rich
Fuck around with TIP and
That Pimp Squad click
Dro said Guap don't worry about shit
100 million dollars you can have for a fit
And if the blunts loud, I'm gone smoke on it
I'ma light it up and pass it to the wall
And show the whole crowd that
I'm smoking on loud guap, guap, guap, guap
I'ma light it up and pass it to the wall
And show the whole crowd that
I'm smoking on loud
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
That loud
JD, they talkin' about they on loud, shawty
They ain't know what loud was 'til I came
Boy irene, kush shawty
Black Kush in the building
Slim what's happening zeron what's happening
Dunk what's happening, we got loud
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
Aye look, I'm tryna spend a rack on that loud
A thousand for a pack of that loud
I don't know how to act on that loud
You can smell me from the back of the crowd
Look at me and look at my rims
Yokohama sitting on slims
Damn I miss my homeboy Slim
Weight like I'm up in the gym
Switch that Maserati to roll
They know not to try me with clothes
Man I be dso fresh on them hoes
Them hoes, them hoes, them hoes
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
That loud
My niggas say turn up
But what I'm smoking turnt up
My niggas brought the blunts cause
They all been burnt up
Smoke 15 like can't nobosy hear us
We in VIP, so they can't get near us
Stunting no nigga I'm tryna fuck a bitch
Money over everything, I'm tryna get rich
Fuck around with TIP and
That Pimp Squad click
Dro said Guap don't worry about shit
100 million dollars you can have for a fit
And if the blunts loud, I'm gone smoke on it
I'ma light it up and pass it to the wall
And show the whole crowd that
I'm smoking on loud guap, guap, guap, guap
I'ma light it up and pass it to the wall
And show the whole crowd that
I'm smoking on loud
Copped a 20 pack of that loud
I need 7 grams of that loud
A thousand for a ounce of that loud
That loud, that loud, that loud
That loud