LV Shades

Lyrics

[Intro] (Shout out Yamaica) Mmm-mm (Okay, okay) Mmm-mm-mm (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby) [Chorus] Do a drill in some LV shades, oh-oh-oh Amiri the drip, oh-oh-oh B22 for the kicks, oh-oh-oh G-Lock on my body, load the clip with hollow tips Do a drill in some LV shades Amiri the drip, B22 for the kicks In the Flossy wit' the 'rips, oh-oh-oh All of my suvys savage Yeah, we sicker than your average We got the drop, advantage, oh-oh-oh [Verse 1] Back that chop', eruption, gettin' saucy off the substance Yeah, I'm saucy off the substance, oh-oh-oh I got hoes in Illinois, mix Dior and Matty Boys Kill a opp, then rejoice, oh-oh-oh Get straight cash, all I see is dollar signs She a baddie, told her whine, whine I can't come in last, it's for days I ain't have a dime Only hunnids on my mind, mind Only hunnids on my templе, in the trap, I'm in my temple Pour a four whеn it get stressful, oh-oh-oh I love my 'ooter, he so helpful and he shoot with fundamentals And he never sentimental, oh-oh-oh Bad bitch give me chin, no Crimson, TP need a hundred trillion Baguettes on me and they glistenin', huh, oh-oh-oh On my Bull shit, Taj Gibson, it was earned, it wasn't given Matty Boy snapback, no fitted, fitted, oh-oh-oh They tryna fit in, yeah, dunk on that nigga, Bridges, woo If you got a 'OA, kick it, kick it, oh-oh-oh Yeah, you better kick it, PNC approved, bust a move [Chorus] Do a drill in some LV shades, oh-oh-oh Amiri the drip, oh-oh-oh B22 for the kicks, oh-oh-oh G-Lock on my body, load the clip with hollow tips Do a drill in some LV shades Amiri the drip, B22 for the kicks In the Flossy wit' the 'rips, oh-oh-oh All of my suvys savage Yeah, we sicker than your average We got the drop, advantage, oh-oh-oh [Verse 2] Star on my finger, bet I knock a nigga lights out Shine bright, like a lighthouse, oh-oh-oh Feel like Cory in the White House, Phantom look like White-Out Baddie said I'm her type now, huh-uh-uh Cold heart, cold world, Stone Cold, crippin' I got fans in Great Britain, oh-oh-oh My 'ooter 'oot with precision, send shots, never missin' I love my 'ooter, he got instincts, huh-uh-uh Huh-uh-uh, I ain't jokin', I ain't kiddin' Cuzzy up it while he grinnin' Christian Dior while I'm sinnin' I'm a demon, I'm a villain Off the top, it ain't written Put a hole in his head like Krillin I'ma up it if he fidget, fidget, huh-uh-uh Two shots got her saucy, three shots got her smitten I'ma pour it, [?] wit' me, wit' me, huh-uh-uh I met a baddie, name Hillary and I took her to the Hilton Took his bitch, and then kilt it