King Louie Sloppy Hitta Lyrics

[Intro]
Victim's information?

Last name is Johnson. First name is Louis, L-O-U-I-S. Male, Black. And he's 27, I believe. Birthday is 27 December 87

[Verse 1]
Talking to my car, I tell it change the station
Niggas ain't get rid of me, they mad, they pacing
Smoking out the pound, we don't pass, we face it
I just bought my Yeezys, I don't have to lace 'em
These niggas ain't killers, they some silly bitches
Shot me seven times and still ain't kill me bitches?
Wait, turn this shit up, I know you feel me bitches
I told god if I survive I'm gon' buck up
Ay DJ Shon, I got you, you gon' turn the club up
Selena told me don't give up, they need you brother
I fuck with crackers, dealers, drilllers, them my brothers
I'm so glad my mom and dad didn't use a rubber
Bout to fuck a check up, call that unprotected sex, Tony resurrect
Hot body, Tony god body, got your broad [?]
Streets mine, fuck your peace sign, keep your piece nine
Bulletproof, Teflon Don, tell 'em keep tryin'

[Hook]
Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga
You are not a killer
All them faggots, they need target practice
Can't give god a casket
Seven times, shot me seven times
I ain't good at dying
I know they mad, Tony's toe ain't tagged
Time to check a bag
Fuck you bitch, should've never missed
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've finished it
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've never missed
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've finished it
Now I'm better bitch

[Verse 2]
So real they can't feel me, suckers can't kill me
All of y'all broke ass need to be healing
All I do is get money, fuck bitches
Got shot a few times, I ain't need no stitches
Police asking questions, bitch we ain't no snitches
Tried to wrap a nigga up but I still seen Christmas
And I still seen my b-day, 27 was a g-day
Slowed me down, slight delay
Angels with me every day
Niggas hate, I just be great
Still I rise, sun on new day
Can't hide, peek-a-boo, hey!
All black bouquet
New MAC, new K
Shoot scenes, Blu-Ray
Shawties go too cray
Do whatever Lou say
Shots of the D'usse
Toast to my new ways
Chiraq is bullshit
Wake up, school days
4AM, move days
They tried to take me out but they didn't
Goofy, I got something to say

[Hook]
Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga
You are not a killer
All them faggots, they need target practice
Can't give god a casket
Seven times, shot me seven times
I ain't good at dying
I know they mad, Tony's toe ain't tagged
Time to check a bag
Fuck you bitch, should've never missed
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've finished it
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've never missed
Now I'm better bitch
Fuck you bitch, should've finished it
Now I'm better bitch