Couch Louis V by No Entry Lyrics

[Jung Lov]
Yeah, if it ain't my business, I don't speak
Pay my penance with my peace
See me stumble through the streets
Like I was burnin' alive in the summer heat
See my wrist bent like a vision blurrin'
Wishin' I wasn't slurrin' the words I keep on hurlin'
I'm hurdlin' towards the mothafuckin' floor
See him open up the four-door
Out steps four and one more; three dicks, two whores
[?] while I stack 'em, might come up too close to backup
Fuckboy, better backup, 'fore you get smacked up
Sloppy on the track...