JacobTrapLord - Louis Backpack Lyrics

Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis

Louis Backpack
Gotta get the racks back
Louis backpack
Gotta get the racks back
Fendi neck bag
Guess I got my flex back
Girl I ain't trynna talk
Ain't trynna chit chat
(Nah)

Bring dat right back
Bring dat shit right back
She know she like dat
She can never go back
Designer mismatch
Diamonds on me drip max
Keep the racks all in the Louis bag
(Yuh)

Keep it a hunna
Man Never change
"Neva"
Old tings holla
But they never change
"Neva"
I ain't trynna cuff
Cant go dat way
Only way I go
Is the money way
(Yuh)

Two steppin wit the clique
(Clique)
All dez niggas slippin when they be trynna drip
(Drip)
Stay lowkey can't see me wit the tint
Mask on can't see me when I'm hitting licks
(Yeah Yeah)
Same nigga same nigga
Yeah go figure
Say I'm getting bigger
But I'm still dat nigga
Same nigga same nigga
Still tote triggers
I ain't never change
Man I'm Still dat nigga
(Neva)

Crusing in the Benz
Crusing in my ends
Middle finger
Middle finger man to de feds
(F*ck em)
They can't play me
They be moving shady
Gotta keep a tool
Like niggas keep there juul

Yeah yeah

Louis Backpack
Gotta get the racks back
Louis backpack
Gotta get the racks back
Fendi neck bag
Guess I got my flex back
Girl I ain't trynna talk
Ain't trynna chit chat

Bring dat right back
Bring dat shit right back
She know she like dat
She can never go back
Designer mismatch
Diamonds on me drip max
Keep the racks all in the Louis bag
(Yuh)

I ain't got time
Gotta flip the loud
(Loud)
I do not know
What they talking bout
(Bout)
Gotta keep the loud ones out
Cuz moving neat be what I'm about
(Yeah)

You ain't never been the same
I keep it a hunna ways
Got no boss man
Cause it's de trap dat really pays
I just need to fade-away
She say she want all the cake
Yeah yeah
She say she want all the cake
Yeah

Same nigga back den
But I got the racks in
Got the Louis backpack
What I keep the racks in
Run up on the plug
If we think he taxing
Was broke last year
Nows a niggas laughing

Straight facts - no cappin
(No cap)
Late nights in etown - Was trappin
(Bag it up)
VVS on me - Hit em wit the drip drip
(Bust down)
Feds here - man I gotta dip dip
(Skrt skrt)

(JT on de track bitch)