Louder - Intellectual

Hook x2

I need that gas louder

You know my style is louder

Need my music louder

Louder louder

You see how I whip its louder

Groovy like Austin Powers

Need my music louder

Louder louder

Chorus

Louder Louder Louder Louder

Groovy like Austin Powers

You know my style is louder

Louder Louder Louder Louder

Verse 1

Uh ooo hop out the bed

Lil uzi vert push me to the edge

Uhm yeah

Fuck what you thought

Look at these diamonds I just brought

Uh Oh

She on go

But I won’t tell cause we on the low

Uhm whoa

Look at my wrist on froze

Birds In The Trap yeah I keep them crows

Whoa uh

You don’t know

Jugging it’s just me and my woes

Whoa Yuh

I’m on my vibe

I’m Chilling with my crew and you know that we fine

Thought I was done but that wasn't the case

New kid I'm coming and they run issa race

Got a new girl and she look New New

Got me talking like yoogi hey boo boo

Back on my bullshit again

This beat is going so dumb

I'm with a goddess ménaging

She rub on my privates

I swear man It is never one

Jollies and soda

I gave her something to inhale she gone off the yoda

Saw I was dope now they fuckin with libra

Lil mama hot and ready like little Caesars pizza

Stranger Things yeah I keep them creatures

She sent the addy but I don’t want to meet her

Swae lee said she’s a real crowd pleaser

Dripped in all black like I’m a greaser

A nigga stay fly like I’m peter

Come with the heat you can get ether

Been in the game yeah I’m a senior

She said don’t fucc with lames well I don’t either

Hook x2

I need that gas louder

You know my style is louder

Need my music louder

Louder louder

You see how I whip its louder

Groovy like Austin Powers

Need my music louder

Louder louder

Chorus

Louder Louder Louder Louder

Groovy like Austin Powers

You know my style is louder

Louder Louder Louder Louder

Verse 2

Feel like Asahd Khaled

Blessed

V ice on my wrist

Flex

Aye

All of yall niggas straight tweak

Young King Libra got a lock on the streets

Only rapper I know

In the 410 that make his own beats

And a nigga gotta keep his hoes on schedule like every day of the week

Who the only nigga out in essex crip walking like a nigga snoop

Niggas don’t want no beef

I run up in yo house

You don't don't want it son

Shawty kind of bad

She want what she can't have

Ooo

That bitch call me daddy

That bitch she a baddie

Death Star we holy

White girls like coca

Shawty going blow me aye

Libra I’m cozy

Trap by my lonely

I keep it on me aye

Niggas they fake and they phoney

Stay with homies

Run with my whoadies

Running the city I’m Tony

She wanna kick it

Talking no goalie

She got them titties like holy moly

Give her the motion

My sound is golden

Know that I’m chosen

Number one token