Tha Return of Mr. Loudy (Produced by B.E.N. Frank) ft. Carolina Montana Lyrics

Let's get it

Shit kinda different

Ay, woah, woah

Fuck you get this from?

Turn up

Ay I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, car kinda cloudy, my bitch she so bad, I might give her allowance

Glad that I found her, wake up in the morning, wake up in the morning, hello, Mr. Loudy

Ay, I'm smokin' Keisha with Keisha

Ay, I got it from Argentina

La vida loca, she smokin, we eatin' on edibles, edibles, it got me greedy

Yeah, plus I be geekin, my bitch, she a alien, alien

Jump out gymnasium, ball like a stadium

Sizzle like bacon, my bitch, she canadian yeah

Ay, hello, Mr. Loudy, hello, Mr. Loudy, I'm smokin' on chronic

Flow so sick, make em regurgitate, regurgitate Vomit, ooh, sick to they stomach

Ay, run with that sack hold up, no, you can't get it back, no, you can't get it back

I got your bitch on some weed, smokin' on Marley

That bitch full of game, just like pitty pat

Ay, drip like I drip, I'm the topic

Cause I don't throwing bullets just like Aaron Rodgers

You need to stop it, ya bitch out the pocket

Cause I need that bread and that butter, that broccoli

Dropped outta school but my bro went to college

I'm slicker than Rick, hold up no Lottie Dottie

Might catch a body, excuse me, I'm sorry

I might kill a nigga, then go join the Nazi

Bitch, I'm like Hitler, my man he'll hit ya

Don't make me hit ya, ay, bitch, what's your issue

I been the shit since a toddler lil' nigga

See, one thing about it you can't shit the shitter

No 38 baby, I'm 38, hot

Remember, lil' bitch, that I came with a temper

Pull up in rental, skrrt, let down the window

Shoot you straight dead in your temple, bah

Ay I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, car kinda cloudy, my bitch she so bad, I might give her allowance

Glad that I found her, wake up in the morning, wake up in the morning, hello, Mr. Loudy

Ay, I'm smokin' Keisha with Keisha

Ay, I got it from Argentina

La vida loca, she smokin, we eatin' on edibles, edibles, it got me greedy

Yeah, plus I be geekin, my bitch, she a alien, alien

Jump out gymnasium, ball like a stadium

Sizzle like bacon, my bitch, she Canadian yeah

Ay, hello, Mr. Loudy, hello, Mr. Loudy, I'm smokin' on chronic

Flow so sick, make em regurgitate, regurgitate Vomit, ooh, sick to they stomach

Ay, run with that sack hold up, no, you can't get it back, no, you can't get it back

I got your bitch on some weed, smokin' on Marley

That bitch full of game, just like pitty pat

I am the pick of the litter

I put your head on a skillet

Tell swiper no swipe, I'm high as a kite

Like this all my life

Yeah, I don't know why

Roll up and start a lil cypher

Bitch, I be lit like a bic, bitch, I be lit

Matter fact where's my lighter

Straight out of South Carolina I'm out the jungle, Wakanda

Bitch, I'm an animal killer, might need a chinchilla

These niggas snakes anaconda

93 Hercules, Hercules 93

Pippen and Jordan 23 33

Niggas be sour though, sour cream

Niggas be sour, no sour cream

I'm drippin' sauce, sour cream

Ay I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, I'm bout it, I'm bout it, pull up then hop out it hop out it, how bout it

Yeah, car kinda cloudy, my bitch she so bad, I might give her allowance

Glad that I found her, wake up in the morning, wake up in the morning, hello, Mr. Loudy

Ay, I'm smokin' Keisha with Keisha

Ay, I got it from Argentina

La vida loca, she smokin, we eatin' on edibles, edibles, it got me greedy

Yeah, plus I be geekin, my bitch, she a alien, alien

Jump out gymnasium, ball like a stadium

Sizzle like bacon, my bitch, she Canadian yeah

Ay, hello, Mr. Loudy, hello, Mr. Loudy, I'm smokin' on chronic

Flow so sick, make em regurgitate, regurgitate Vomit, ooh, sick to they stomach

Ay, run with that sack hold up, no, you can't get it back, no, you can't get it back

I got your bitch on some weed, smokin' on Marley

That bitch full of game, just like pitty pat

I watched as the object suddenly crashed into the woods

Just outside my neighborhood

And the ground shook a little bit

But no fire

No flash

No anything

Just a shake like a little mini earthquake