"Da Heavies" lyrics
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Killa hill shit
Uh-huh
Yo, Licatta cocktails, Bentleys, and oxtails
Catch me with the Grecian of whales, a redbone rat, what's happening?
Her ratchet ways, I had to just tame that, flip the Mulsanne back
Better off buying a jail, the luxury shit, Pakistan chef, and reps
So they can coach brothers to read scriptures and play chess
Louis the XIV, pour me no ice in it
All I need's a warcoat, brand-new Louis
Three dice and shit, then breeze, next lecture handle these jeans
About frontin' on the street level, God-given the means
Prophetically that, unless I take my sanity back
Don't need to shoppin' at Short Hills, Sup' bought out the Bachs
These little niggas with jewels on, they get passes
I sat in the White House, passing laws, these Cubans are my masters
Drip to the final drop, hours
Extort every big league and niggas stay paid, give them their flowers
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
Jumpsuits and ostrich
Cartridges get released, all shoulder straps
Footwear Ellesse, we live for the moment
Gloves on, flying with homies
The realest section alive, God, niggas be phonies
Yo, swordsmen, silks imported
Y'all are filth, I caught it
We the real drip, don't get extorted
Yo, I'm back at it, calling my clap at it
Willies in black Pateks
Black kicks moving in black Caddies
The wildest of the foulest
My charisma making hits is massive
Blasted off the chalice
All hail the real, just kneel
Let 'em smoke these scallops
Welcome in, let me show you my palace
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
Killa hill shit
Uh-huh
Yo, Licatta cocktails, Bentleys, and oxtails
Catch me with the Grecian of whales, a redbone rat, what's happening?
Her ratchet ways, I had to just tame that, flip the Mulsanne back
Better off buying a jail, the luxury shit, Pakistan chef, and reps
So they can coach brothers to read scriptures and play chess
Louis the XIV, pour me no ice in it
All I need's a warcoat, brand-new Louis
Three dice and shit, then breeze, next lecture handle these jeans
About frontin' on the street level, God-given the means
Prophetically that, unless I take my sanity back
Don't need to shoppin' at Short Hills, Sup' bought out the Bachs
These little niggas with jewels on, they get passes
I sat in the White House, passing laws, these Cubans are my masters
Drip to the final drop, hours
Extort every big league and niggas stay paid, give them their flowers
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
Jumpsuits and ostrich
Cartridges get released, all shoulder straps
Footwear Ellesse, we live for the moment
Gloves on, flying with homies
The realest section alive, God, niggas be phonies
Yo, swordsmen, silks imported
Y'all are filth, I caught it
We the real drip, don't get extorted
Yo, I'm back at it, calling my clap at it
Willies in black Pateks
Black kicks moving in black Caddies
The wildest of the foulest
My charisma making hits is massive
Blasted off the chalice
All hail the real, just kneel
Let 'em smoke these scallops
Welcome in, let me show you my palace
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Who is Louis Rich the III?
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours, truly
Lex Diamonds
