In "LV Smoke," Ryan Trey delves into the complexities of success and the allure of luxury, juxtaposed with the harsh realities of street life. The lyrics oscillate between his affluence, symbolized by Louis Vuitton ("Louis V check from the Buddha"), and the ever-present dangers that accompany his lifestyle ("My niggas blow heat for real"). Trey portrays a narrative of vigilance and preparedness ("Praying that the devil don't do us"), suggesting that despite external successes, internal battles and threats persist. This track serves as an introspective look at how material gains can coexist with personal and communal strife. #RyanTrey #LVSongAnalysis
LV Smoke
Lyrics
Yeah, super, uh, fly
Check the 'louers, ay ('louers)
Louis V check from the Buddha, yeah (Buddha)
Get his thing, got to shoot them, yeah (pew pew)
They playing two nights, got to root up, ay
Treat me like a Louis connoisseur, yeah
Killed the game, now I got to suit up, yeah (suit up)
Praying that the devil don't do us, yeah
Did he do us? (Aw)
Brand new whip but the same last year
Most y'all talk, I ain't seeing what I hear
Bought him the tape, I ain't talking about a kill
Quiet in the room but I'm standing right here
Came for the one, but she left for the three
I don't like the kill, but it came with a beat
Y'all be on the ground with the shit going off
Then y'all get caught with the shit so it's off
Ay, the reef
That's why I ain't seen with them, ay (ain't seen)
I don't even speak with them, yeah (don't speak)
You better keep peace with them, yeah (peace)
Or you ain't going to sleep for real, yeah (no sleep)
My niggas blow heat for real, yeah (blow heat)
That shit can get deep for real, yeah (get deep)
This shit for real
Yeah, super, uh, fly
Check the 'louers, ay ('louers)
Louis V check from the Buddha, yeah (Buddha)
Get his thing, got to shoot them, yeah (pew pew)
They playing two nights, got to root up, ay
Treat me like a Louis connoisseur, yeah
Killed the game, now I got to suit up, yeah (suit up)
Praying that the devil don't do us, yeah
Did he do us? (Aw)
I ain't trying to talk, what you say bruh?
I ain't going to leave until I lay one, yeah
Brought her to the room, she was A1, yeah
You ain't no boss, you phase one, yeah
Ain't as fly as me with a cape on, yeah
I ain't trying to die where I came from, yeah
She just want to fuck, that ain't really what I need
Talk like Jhene', but she looking like Rhi'
Ass, she a little freak, yeah (freak)
Diamonds so sharp made me bleed, yeah
Shit ain't going to pop without me, yeah
Keep it a thou' with my G's and
I want the smoke, I ain't taken no L's
I don't fuck with no L's, if you started with me
You going to die by yourself, Trey the one
Ain't niggas know what I'm talking 'bout
Yeah, super, uh, fly
Check the 'louers, ay ('louers)
Louis V check from the Buddha, yeah (Buddha)
Get his thing, got to shoot them, yeah (pew pew)
They playing two nights, got to root up, ay
Treat me like a Louis connoisseur, yeah
Killed the game, now I got to suit up, yeah (suit up)
Praying that the devil don't do us, yeah
Did he do us? (Aw)
Writer(s): Ryan Todd Fulton, Francis Mose Bundi
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