LA Fitness Lyrics

Louis, Hermes, and Gucci my hat

Who woulda knew that boy was a rat

I got a Glock with a ruler attached

She got some tits with a booty to match

All of my jewelry, I got it insured

If you in my gang, I got it, it's yours

I'm pourin' up lean inside of a Urus

Ain't talkin' 'bout money

You waste my time

I gotta stay patient and wait my time

Mixing Biscotti and Chanel No. 9

I ain't finna wait in a back of no line

I do what I want

I know what I'm doing

I smacked her ass

What's all that movement

Ten thousand can't even move me

I keep it on me

Don't make me lose it

I keep a Glock right in my reach

He only hard on his computer

He only hard on them lil' beats

He only hard around his shooters

That's what they say about me

That's why I stay up on my P's and Q's

I know they looking at me

Everything I do make the news

Yeah

Louis, Hermes, and Gucci my hat

Who woulda knew that boy was a rat

I got a Glock with a ruler attached

She got some tits with a booty to match

All of my jewelry, I got it insured

If you in my gang, I got it, it's yours

I'm pourin' up lean inside of a Urus

Stackin' the money and making it double

I'm rocking these diamonds

So, no I'm not humble

Callin' the plays inside of the huddle

They blitz for that sack

So you better not fumble

I'm on top of the ropes like Royal Rumble

Kickin' shit like Ronda Rousey

Styrofoam got me drowsy

Alotta shit I don't allow

Ain't got no squares

My circle is small

I'm rockin' Amiri

Ion shop at the mall

Maison Margiela

I'm throwing it on

She came to my crib in a edible thong

She came over hungry

And ate my glizzy

All black hoodie still kill the witness

Don't push up to my city

Unless you work at LA Fitness

Mmhmm

Louis, Hermes, and Gucci my hat

Who woulda knew that boy was a rat

I got a Glock with a ruler attached

She got some tits with a booty to match

All of my jewelry, I got it insured

If you in my gang, I got it, it's yours

I'm pourin' up lean inside of a Urus