Lou From The 502 Lyrics

Killin' these niggas, I swear I'm killin' these niggas

I go hard on every track, I know you feelin' me nigga

On that presidential shit, like a Kennedy nigga

And plus I'm grindin' every day so you'll remember me nigga

Fuck my enemies nigga, ain't got no time for no haters

Tryna walk a whole mile just to say hi to my neighbors

On the grind for that paper, yeah I'm collectin' that bread

You tryna blow all this money, I'm tryna invest it instead

Get a tech with some lead, and a vest for your torso

My niggas stay with that peace, but they still ready for war though

It's just me and my niggas, riding five deep in the four door

Who else you know hotter than Satan, but stay cold as the North Pole

Said the ladies, they love how my chain glisten and it's swingin

If you pay attention, you can listen to what I'm sayin

I got glaciers in my jewels, my diamonds dance like Pat Swayze

You talkin' bout, I ain't the greatest, my nigga now that's crazy

Came from the bottom of nothin', I'm the king of the hill

Got a crown in my city, yeah I'm the king of the Ville

I go to war for my niggas, I'm just keepin' it real

At night I get paranoid, that's why I sleep with the steel

I got gold on my neck, I got foes, I got techs

I never switch on my niggas, man, what you know about respect

What you know about loyalty, I'm a king, yeah, that's royalty

I got bitches rubbin' me down yeah, these hoes tryna spoil me

Killin' this shit, I be killin' this shit, and I'm flippin' this shit like I'm flippin' a brick

Got your bitch on my dick and she suckin' that shit, and I rub on her ass, but I bust on her tits

She bet not complain, cause she know the name, she know that I'm a beast on a rampage

She heard my campaign, she see the chain swing and she know a nigga do the damn thing

People sayin' that I'm too reclusive

I say nah, bitch, I'm just too exclusive

Stop makin' up all these fuckin' excuses

On why you can't live your dreams get off your ass and get to it, nigga

I ride for my nigga, I die for my nigga

I grind with my nigga, split the pie with my nigga

I slide for my nigga, tell a lie for my nigga

If it come down to it, homicide for my nigga, yeah

Uh, A-D-T, yeah

A-Hyphen, Da Beast

I got a new one, look

Call me Lou from the 502, yeah

Uh, yeah

Call me Lou from the 502

L-O-U, 502, yeah