Never has it been so bright
Gotta tell bitches, get outta my sight
Bitch, you blocking my light
I’m in Vegas front seat at the fight
I’m a alcoholic so you know I’m getting it right
Louis the 13th
Hennessy Black when I’m thirsty
I like my liquor dark milk chocolate Hershey
But first we Gotta bang loose for the niggas that’s been waiting on it Patiently debating, even hating on it, bitch
I started this gangsta shit
House shoes and the shotgun, check the pinks)
The hangover is over, Tila created the lynx
(So tell the whole world to suck my dick, real shit)
The addiction that you can’t deny
Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die)
Yeah, this is for you and I Fly, pelican, fly
Fuck trying to get by Or we can put that bullshit to the side and kill 'em
L-B Cool S Put a flicker out in Sweden out an H&M dress
So what makes a motherfucker so damn fresh?
We on the coast, yeah, you know to the left
Louie the 13th
Back down original, pack-town originator
I’m full of 40's like the g-thang refrigerator
Getting paper with my neighbor
Like that Clippers and the Lakers
Drinking Jack next to Jack, courtside at the Staples
Affiliation is vital for survival, we rolling
The caravan pulling up with a million trucks
(And I’m feeling like a million bucks
A all-star nigga, still in Chucks
Louis the 13th
You can say what you say, just spell Catash right
Still got a lot of Louis leftover from last night
We Alkaholik-minded, DJ rewind it Bitches and liquor, we only fuck with the finest
King-T your highness
I’m timeless, y’all niggas is spineless
Drinking everything on the wine list
So yeah, nigga, come and catch this fade
Or break bread and we can all get paid
Louis the 13th
I got 14 courts, all sorts of imports
Premium spirits, mixed with malt lyrics
Don’t fuck with Xzibit, I will crush your frame
Say my name, I will hunt you like Saddam Hussein
I’m crown royal
Coming out the Comptown soil
Niggas in the kingdom stay loyal
It’s the Olde English, linguist, distinguished genius
Always got a cup in my hand
Louis the 13th
Lets have a conversation bout my present situation
I don’t need to be a star, I got my own constellation
Professional inebriation, we having a celebration
A live nation and heavy rotation
Patience
Hold more information than a freemason
Secret society, never tried sobriety
SS Bugatti, live with Illuminati
Coroner on your corner, picking up the bodies
We crash the party
LowLows and Harley’s mixed with Bacardi
Man, fuck everybody
And I’m feelin' like a million bucks
To all my real niggas, raise your cups
Louis the 13th