Double O Smoove - Lost Boy Lyrics

Lacoste boy (Yeah this shit bout to go up)
I got bands in my (Uh huh)
Dance Shawty pop it do a dance on my (Uh huh)
Imma lost boy (Lost boy)
Fuck that all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Got the sauce boy)
Grind hard (Grind hard)
Ain’t nobody shootin' thru the window
Yeah imma walk down stand 10 toes (Yea yea)
If you look behind me see a bimmer (Skrrt skrrt)
Look to the Left of me a bimbo (Uh huh)
Nigga what’s on my hip that is big smoke (Uh huh)
Nigga what I’m smoking on Citgo (Yeah yeah)
Nigga we ain’t poking we let shit go (Yeah)
Niggas they be knowing how this shit go (Yeah yeah)
Money layin 'round getting old (Yeah)
I got too many bitches playing in my phone (Yeah)
Yeah I know ya man be hot if he went thru ya phone (Ooh)
Switch the flow (Ooh)
Yeah I just wanna flex, diamonds on my neck, fuckin up a check (Yeah yeah)
All up in her neck, go to work on her, building up a sweat (Yeah yeah)
Shawty twerk on it when she gimmie sex
I don’t know shawty but she been the best (Ooh)
That I ever had when it come to fuckin (Ooh)
At least 50 bands what a nigga touching (Ooh)
Money laying 'round getting old (Uh huh)
Yeah I still got bitches playing in a nigga phone (Yeah yeah)
Yeah this nigga trippin' imma have to grab the pole (Yeah yeah)
Rockin no designer I still hit designer hoes
I like lil' Shawty I think that we compatible (Yeah)
Runnin from my old bitches they want Double O (Yeah)
I don’t even know niggas how you say you bro (Yeah)
Only time I’m tryna look at y’all is through a scope (Yeah uh huh)
I ain’t trippin' nigga that’s a fact (No cap)
I get money and these bitches coming in by accident (Uh huh)
I remember I was really sitting in the trap (Uh huh)
The money wasn’t fast but a nigga was still having it (Bags)
I ran up a sack could build a bitch if she asked for it (Them racks)
Niggas never slacked I’m gettin' rich cause I’m passionate (Uh huh)
I can’t break ties w the racks like we family (Uh uh)
I don’t give a fuck cause I can’t, bitch I’m abstinent (Uh uh)
I had plenty sliders, this ain’t White Castle (Yeah)
She got plenty problems, bitch I can’t handle (Uh uh)
Imma fuck you off after I hit imma asshole (Uh huh)
Girl u mad u lost fumbled the bag you ain’t have to (Uh huh)
Bitch I’m on a call talking bout cash I can’t answer (Uh uh)
Put a vibe on her she give head cause I’m handsome (Uh huh)
I’m not one these niggas spending figures on a dancer (Uh uh)
I’m the type to get the head for free and eat her snacks up (Uh huh)
Gotta get the money all day I can’t handle (Nah uh uh)
A broke boujiee bitch with a scandal (Nah uh uh)
Bitch don’t sit on my lap in public no I am not Santa (Oh ho)
And don’t ever ever think about flashing cameras (Oh no)
I got bands in my, dance shawty pop it do a dance on my (Uh huh)
Imma lost boy (Yeah yeah)
Fuck all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Yeah yeah)
A grind hard till I get my Audemar boy (Yeah yeah)
A star boy (Yeah yeah)
Poppin but I never popped a bar (Yeah yeah)
Twenties fifties hunnids always got my heart (Yeah yeah)
Always been that nigga from the start (Yeah yeah)
Bags in my, bags in my pocket I got bands in my
Imma lost boy (Yeah)
Fuck all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Grind hard)

Lacoste boy (Yeah this shit bout to go up)
I got bands in my (Uh huh)
Dance Shawty pop it do a dance on my (Uh huh)
Imma lost boy (Lost boy)
Fuck that all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Got the sauce boy)
Grind hard (Grind hard)
Ain’t nobody shootin' thru the window
Yeah imma walk down stand 10 toes (Yea yea)
If you look behind me see a bimmer (Skrrt skrrt)
Look to the Left of me a bimbo (Uh huh)
Nigga what’s on my hip that is big smoke (Uh huh)
Nigga what I’m smoking on Citgo (Yeah yeah)
Nigga we ain’t poking we let shit go (Yeah)
Niggas they be knowing how this shit go (Yeah yeah)
Money layin 'round getting old (Yeah)
I got too many bitches playing in my phone (Yeah)
Yeah I know ya man be hot if he went thru ya phone (Ooh)
Switch the flow (Ooh)
Yeah I just wanna flex, diamonds on my neck, fuckin up a check (Yeah yeah)
All up in her neck, go to work on her, building up a sweat (Yeah yeah)
Shawty twerk on it when she gimmie sex
I don’t know shawty but she been the best (Ooh)
That I ever had when it come to fuckin (Ooh)
At least 50 bands what a nigga touching (Ooh)
Money laying 'round getting old (Uh huh)
Yeah I still got bitches playing in a nigga phone (Yeah yeah)
Yeah this nigga trippin' imma have to grab the pole (Yeah yeah)
Rockin no designer I still hit designer hoes
I like lil' Shawty I think that we compatible (Yeah)
Runnin from my old bitches they want Double O (Yeah)
I don’t even know niggas how you say you bro (Yeah)
Only time I’m tryna look at y’all is through a scope (Yeah uh huh)
I ain’t trippin' nigga that’s a fact (No cap)
I get money and these bitches coming in by accident (Uh huh)
I remember I was really sitting in the trap (Uh huh)
The money wasn’t fast but a nigga was still having it (Bags)
I ran up a sack could build a bitch if she asked for it (Them racks)
Niggas never slacked I’m gettin' rich cause I’m passionate (Uh huh)
I can’t break ties w the racks like we family (Uh uh)
I don’t give a fuck cause I can’t, bitch I’m abstinent (Uh uh)
I had plenty sliders, this ain’t White Castle (Yeah)
She got plenty problems, bitch I can’t handle (Uh uh)
Imma fuck you off after I hit imma asshole (Uh huh)
Girl u mad u lost fumbled the bag you ain’t have to (Uh huh)
Bitch I’m on a call talking bout cash I can’t answer (Uh uh)
Put a vibe on her she give head cause I’m handsome (Uh huh)
I’m not one these niggas spending figures on a dancer (Uh uh)
I’m the type to get the head for free and eat her snacks up (Uh huh)
Gotta get the money all day I can’t handle (Nah uh uh)
A broke boujiee bitch with a scandal (Nah uh uh)
Bitch don’t sit on my lap in public no I am not Santa (Oh ho)
And don’t ever ever think about flashing cameras (Oh no)
I got bands in my, dance shawty pop it do a dance on my (Uh huh)
Imma lost boy (Yeah yeah)
Fuck all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Yeah yeah)
A grind hard till I get my Audemar boy (Yeah yeah)
A star boy (Yeah yeah)
Poppin but I never popped a bar (Yeah yeah)
Twenties fifties hunnids always got my heart (Yeah yeah)
Always been that nigga from the start (Yeah yeah)
Bags in my, bags in my pocket I got bands in my
Imma lost boy (Yeah)
Fuck all of that shit I’m a Lacoste boy (Grind hard)