Yebba - Louie Bag lyrics

[Intro: YEBBA] You, ooh [Verse 1: YEBBA] It was a stormy winter I watched the city burn And ever since I can remember That's just the way it hurts And it goes on and on and on Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all [Chorus: YEBBA] Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now Friends are fallin' off, talkin' sh*t for no reason Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now La, da-da, da-da, da La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da [Verse 2: YEBBA] They cut my palms with paper Made from her Autumn leaves I'm bleedin' out disclaimеrs Into my family tree fu*k the interviews to еnterprise I'd rather look into my mother's eyes And let it be Let it be, ee, yeah [Chorus: YEBBA] Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now Friends are fallin' off, talkin' sh*t for no reason Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now La, da-da, da-da, da La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da [Verse 3: Smino] When the sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top) Pull up on you just like a sock (Just like a sock) Come and ride we ain't even gotta talk (We ain't gotta talk) Yeah, yeah, YEBBA Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (Uh-oh) Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (Uh-oh) Yeah, we always got time to do better (Uh-oh) YEBBA, I was tryna do it right now (Uh-oh) And we was growin' up in a town (Uh-oh) Where they never showed love to the brown (Uh-huh) Twenty-four hours ain't enough time (Uh-huh) I was fightin', throwin' hands with the clock (Uh-oh) Never been sweet, no honeycomb (Oh, oh) Money gone, granny gone, run along (Woah, oh) City burn, pin it on Pentagon (Oh, oh) Can't make it up no Revlon (Woah, oh) sh*t bubble up , RevRun (Oh, oh) Had the episodes, this a re-run (Oh, oh) And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend" Told God that I felt like a stepson (Oh) Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs Nowadays the distance hit me hard (Hit me hard) I admit, I'm addicted to livin' large (Livin' large) One, three, five, seven, beat the odds (Beat the odds) [Chorus: YEBBA] Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now Friends are fallin' off, talkin' sh*t for no reason Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now La, da-da, da-da, da La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da