Luigi’s Mansion Lyrics by iayze
Too deep in that C4 matic strapped up with them sticks
Bro try say it’s smoke with us then lil bro pulled up quick
I just woke em up America screamin’ 556
ARP hold 223 it turn em into bits
Mr. he ain’t that, he ain’t that, and he ain’t this
Mr. Met by Chance, she just wanna suck my dick
I done smoked yo whole advance, spent the rest in Saks 5th
I got money bitch I’m lit and I drop hits
Everything on me a thousand and my kicks
She wan’ fuck on me just cause she know I’m it
Bitch I’m the it factor
Bullet hit his daddy in the head now he a bastard
I just fucked this bitch up on a Louis mattress
I’m talkin’ double C and double G on me I’m active
I’m talkin’ perc 30 on my ass now I can’t balance
I’m talkin’ real Murda Worth shit done made it global
I’m on a king bed used to shoot at all my locals
Now the bad bitches on the gram got me on they Roku
I done got rich as fuck spent 300 on soul food
That boy sad as hell need to stick to rappin’ on Pro Tools
I be slidin’ on all my opps bitch I’m a pro with the tool
I’m talkin’ bout get groovy
She wanna be in a sex movie
She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty
N***** be broke as hell it ain’t shit that they could say to me
I’m gettin’ baked as hell on zaza sippin’ gooey
I done spent five racks in Louis
I done spent 600 on my tooley
She ain’t my speed I’m too boujie
In the C434 cooling,
And the Mac 10 came with a cooler,
We know you broke who you fooling?
Her ass fat but this bitch ass fuller,
He a pro mag puller
I done dropped up out that school I feel like Bueller
If I catch that boy on lack I shoot like hooper
