Louis Walk/ Ask my Friends Lyrics

How does he do it?

My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims?

No

Or a bird how it flies?

No

No siree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it

Just like Willy Wonka was born to be a candyman, and you look like you are born to be a Wonkerer

Yeah, look, 'V

If I was you, I would hate me too

Niggas can't do what I do

I'm in a Benzo, it's not a rental

Step in this bitch, gotta take off your shoes

If I was you, I would hate myself

Niggas can't talk bout wealth

Summer in Paris, doing some damage

I walk in Louis like Virgil himself

I'm sick of you bums, you can't even dress

If you got a stylist, they going to hell

You niggas is sheep, you follow the trends

When was the last time that you dressed for yourself?

And then you have me, Corteiz unreleased

The Motherlan tee just came in the mail

Balenci my sneaks, my oud is from Saudi

Your bitch is in love with the way that I smell

Flatcap V, I can't take an L

You know me and Goz we like Kenan and Kel

My music ain't conscious, more like obnoxious

Whatever it is, man I'm doing it well

I do it to death, I'm still in the cave

You niggas is goofy, you ain't got no taste

And if I was you, I think I would faint

End of the day, glad that I ain't

Cos if I was you, I would hate me too

Niggas can't do what I do

I'm in a Benzo, it's not a rental

Step in this bitch, gotta take off your shoes

If I was you, I would hate myself

Niggas can't talk bout wealth

Summer in Paris, doing some damage

I walk in Louis like, like Virgil

Look, look

You can ask Derek, you can ask P

Matter fact fuck that, you can ask me

You can ask Toms, he'll tell you the truth

Ask IZ if you ever need proof

You know Big Bad be a wiz with the stick

I ain't even talkin' bout sticks that shoot

Talkin' bout sticks in a CDJ, when he see DJs, it's a wrap they cooked

Whole lotta Slawns on my wall, that's racks

When crypto crashed, nigga, I was still good

I been betrayed way too many times

Treated those niggas better than I should

That's why I don't smile when you see me outside

I mean, I do, when I'm showing my grills

That's why I can't get no sleep most nights, maybe I'll sleep when I make me a mil', for real