[Them barz: Layzie Louis]
Ayo I got them barz so b**h you better check this out
They see me comin around, spittin a crazy flow I'm all about
See, I've been rappin for years, it's obvious
How the f** do you think I got them rhymes, I'm a genius
Talented, dope or whatever you like
Always surrounded by some b**hes I might not f**
You can s** though
They can never distract me from making money, just too focused hoe
On the low, we've been selling dope
Kilos callin' other kilos b**h that's how it goes
Roll somethin', let them haters taste the sh**
They need to sit on clouds, to appreciate the way I spit
Hey
We gon' take the world by storm and then
They be like "damn these french men so elegant !"
Relevant, to the game, b**h they can't compete
Ben currently f**in all type of b**hes and lotta damn nasty beats
[The Real Problem: Layzie Louis]
When I was 6 years old, I knew I was the man b**h
They've always trusted me, I swear I was born to lead
The ill kid though, they used to be affraid of me
But now I got these hoes saying like "Layz you pretty !"
Thanks bae though I won't return the compliment
It might seem bougie, what I want from you's a one night stand
At your place? Of course, b**h you ain't coming home
f** with you all night, In the morning I'm gone
Tryna say whud up if you catch me
Already in another zone where you can't be
Prolly, spittin flow, smokin dro
So don't you worry if I ain't pick up the phone
I'll let you know when I'm done
You might think that I'm wrong
Let me write a couple sixteen bars, then maybe I come
Huh, I swear them hoes is the real problem
I just can't be making money while I am f**in with 'em
[My Spot: Layzie Louis]
They tryna steal my spot
Then come with nothin'
Style so wack, these motherf**ers really frontin'
I don't know, I mean, what should I do ?
Let these haters talking or maybe tell 'em the Truth ?
I know they give attention to what ima write
French dude off the rip, sounding dope
Am I right ?
Eversince I got bars, been all up on my balls
I don't really give a f** I'm stayin focused on my job
That's right
Making crowds jump
While b**hes tryna hit me with that prenup
Huh, that sh** ain't really relevant
What's up with your man ?
What the hell he gon' pretend ?
I'm so delegent, ain't got time to be your friend
Talk behind my back in front of me your b**h is giving heads
Aha, who the f** dawg you thought I was ?
Layzie motherf**in Louis bout to make the buzz
[One Day: Layzie Louis]
Ima make it one day sippin Chardonnay
Go and tell 'em that they gon' hate with no
f**ing reason, tryna prove themselves they ain't nothin
Bros, hoes, chillin' smokin' dro
California Kush, making music as a pro
Wow, I wonder how it feels like
Gettin' everysingle thing you've been dreamin' bout
Big mansion with a pool I can swim into
Everyday ask myself again "which car I'll choose"
The mercedes ? or the Rari ?
Big a** gym to work out, them b**hes love it !
A theater to watch some movies, plus my own Golf course
Throw a steack on the grill, posted up on the porsche
Yo, homie I swear it's all I've ever wanted
Make millies off my albums, living good then share the profits
With them homies, that's what it is
They just always got my back on some different sh**
You can try, but I swear you could never check me
Started from the core, nevertheless I keep on pushing
Yeah, reaching for the stars bruh
Always keep that hard work
Ima cop all these f**in things
Dope motherf**in' Prince
They ain't ever get a chance to go on the ship
That's just how it goes
Life is bout to show me love like I told you so