THE RACE (LOUMIX)

It's B. Lou, I be on the paper chase
Rob a nigga, blast a nigga in his face
Man down, yeah that's a murder case (Lil Bitch!)
Free all my niggas fighting cases in they states
We dem' niggas that increased the murder rates
Take a nigga bitch, Take a nigga spouse (gimme that shit!)
Pull out that chopper, and you know we air it out
We dem' niggas that them hoes be talking 'bout
This ain't no concert, but you know we rolling loud
I ain't 'bout that bullshit, I'm bout that action
Anything for a hunnid, make it happen
Pull up to a nigga scene, get to capping
Leave a nigga sleep, no hotel
I've been getting hella cheese, no rotel
And I keep that 40 hot, nigga's gon melt
40 left his brains on the doorstep
I'm all bout my money, nigga none' else (facts)
I'm just tryna see a hundred bands (racks)
A nigga hit a lick, do the running man
Remember first grade, I was selling that (B. Lou, B. Lou)
Remember second grade, I was selling that (facts facts)
Remember third grade, started selling crack
Pull up to your scene, nigga where ya at?
That bitch eat up on my dick like some Applejack (Yummy)
And she having that
Told the bitch, where the package at?
Making plays, that's acrobats
You can always find me, where a savage at?
Glizzy on me, check that aftermath
Went to school, but didn't pass math
Pop a nigga like a lortab
Got all these niggas mad
(Prrr Prrr!)