Forces or LV's Lyrics

I'm tired, but I won't quit Spend a bag on my bitch, my fit, that's your

Rent And they hate me like I'm Chris

Don't need no pot, I sell bowls Baccarat all on my clothes

Fucked his ho, then sent her home I turn her on, she won't leave me alone

When you talk to me, better watch Your tone If you my dawg, then I'm gon' ride for you

I won't steal you wrong I sell a bag, in some forces, or some

Louis Vuittons Remember my Teachers ain't believe

Me, now they know my songs Thinkin' I ain't strapped, quickest way to get

Shot, yeah Pockets look like they Got beat up, I walk around

With them knots, yeah I won't Ever ever stop, dawg, I'm just Tryna

Get my point across Shawty said She wanna top me off, fuck her

Mouth till she locked jaw Keep my Distance niggas weird, might just

Shoot 'em, I'm so serious Sippin' tris, this ain't no beer, niggas

hate, they can't get near Fucked Ya main (Jermaine), no O'Neal, another bitch, another

bill Keep my blick, this shit for real, another

day, another kill Oh yeah, pockets fat, they book me, I need

Them racks talk fast, if it ain't bout cash

Hold that thought, ain't tryna here That yeahhh gang, they know

Trapped out, till everything sold, Authentic, never told

Hardly talk, keep my mouth closed I'm tired, but I won't quit, spend a bag

On my bitch, my fit, that's your Rent, they hate me, like I'm Chris

Don't need no pot, I sell bowls, Baccarat all on my clothes

Fucked his ho, then sent her home, I turn her on, she won't leave me alone

When you talk to me, better watch Your tone If you my dawg, Then I'm gon' ride for you, I

Won't steer you wrong I sell a bag, In some forces, or some

Louis Vuitton Remember my teachers ain't believe me, now

they know my songs