Louie Ville (feat. Vee)

Fuck a deal

Louie Ville

Ball like I'm

Montrezl Harrell

My packs always in the mail

I ain't going back to jail

Imma get a bag

Get a bag, Get a bag

We came out the slums

We Ain't dumb we want some

That boy he a bum

Catch me now, I'm on the run

Fuck it grab a gun

Know we still gone it done

My packs in the mail

Ball like I'm Montrezl Harrell

Free my ****, out the cell

I pray we make it, out this hell

I'm done wishing, fuck the well

All my **** jug in hell

Your bitch fishy, and she smells

Check my vocals, fuck Adele

Shout to Mr. Bartell

Thats my teacher, he for real

And my **** they in here

All my **** they for real

Yea, we gone get a deal

Yea, we gone get a deal

Fuck a deal, Louie Ville

Ball like, I'm Montrezl Harrell

My packs always in mail

I ain't going back to jail

Fuck your girl, and did her nails

This my second flow so ill

It's my second year so chill

Your bitch checking me for real

My bank checking me no deal

In the field like I'm Odell

Tell Tom Brady hey Gisele

We was hooping Commonwealth

Now he shooting wish him well

Play your cards, and know them well

I know death is hard to sell

But we all go oh so well

Block is hot man

Block is fucking hot

Block is hot man

Yea my block is hot yea

On the block man

Yea I'm calling shots

**** dying man

When they lose the plot yea

Young G, yea I'm coming

From the dot

**** come around

Yea they switch a lot

Banging wit my opps

Running from the cops

**** talk a lot

Talking to my opps

Talking to the cops

Going forward, yea

Im neva gonna stop

Yea, My sound is fucking hot

Whole lot of fucking guap

Is what I fucking got

Yea, Yea

Lou will six mannnnnn

Yea

Lou will Im the mannnnn

Fuck a deal, Louie Ville

Ball like, I'm Montrezl Harrell

My packs always in mail

Free my **** out cell

If he jugging wish him well

Keep on running, Imma sell

My cheques running in the mail

Fuck the rain, I make it Hail

Mother Mary bless my soul

I can't go back being poor

Pray to lord I asked for more

Im the youngest, I'm the Goat

And my flow the illest hoe

Rest in peace to lil moe

Lost my crodie now I'm cold

Jesus God please bless his soul

Lost my crodie, Lost my soul

Man these **** they some hoes

I was crying on the floor

Man we lost my ****

Moe