Loco - Troy Ave

Louboutins homie, Versace down

Everything, t-shirt,, socks

I got blood on my shoes, they from murder nigga

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Rapstar, hundred bars in my Fendi bag

I couldn’t get a check so I bodied away

Got a kilo on my neck, 'nother nine on deck

Dope boy Troy, what the fuck you expect

Whippin' extra, no extra friends

Young nigga came in the game with a Benz

Shittin' on niggas, shoulda came with Depends

Grippin on niggas, I’ma spray em again

Boomin' shit, roomin' shit

Married to the game, I’m a groom and shit

Carrying a K, all full of shit

And I’m still Indy like a Hoosier bitch

Ballin' out in these Louboutins, I’m like fuck these sneakers

They only cost me an ounce of blow

When my account is low

Put a nigga in your speakers

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Moving weight, picking up the bag

Where the base I could bust their ass

Fix a plate, than we cut the cash

Eatin' good like succotash

Money still iconic shit

Bean-town, double up Chubby Chubb the fit

So much damn money in these fucking Balmains

Now I swear these shit don’t be tryna zip

Still got it on lock

Still got the streets, still got a Glock

Still got my wrist here in the pot

Still makin' whip-whip till it rock

Drug dealin', dream fulfilling, murder killing

Fuck about your feelings

Of a drug dealin', dream fulfilling

I want from zero to a motherfucking million

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four

See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload