Ryan Trey – LV Smoke Lyrics

LV Smoke by Ryan Trey

(Hook)

Super, Fly check the Louva’s (Louie V)
Louie V check from the boot up,
Did his thing, gotta shoot him.
Been playin too nice gotta rude up,
Treat me like a Louie connoisseur
Killed the game now I gotta suit up,
Prayin that the devil don’t do us,
Did he do us?
Ah (S—)

(Verse 1)
Brand new whip bought the same last year,
Most yall talk I ain’t seein’ what I hear,
Balled on the tape I ain’t talkin bout Aquille
Quiet in the room but i’m standin right here.
Came for the one but she left with the 3
I dont like to kill less’ it came with a beat.
Y’all be on the gram with the s—- goin off,
Then you get caugh with the s—’s somethings off,
(yea)

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The reef,
Thats why I ain’t seen with them
I dont even speak with them
You better keep peace with them
Or you ain’t gon’ sleep for real,
My n—– blow heat for real,
And s— can get deep for real
(Yea)
This s— for real, man

(Hook)
Super, Fly check the Louva’s (Louie V)
Louie V check from the boot up,
Did his thing, gotta shoot him.
Been playin too nice gotta rude up,
Treat me like a Louie connoisseur
Killed the game now I gotta suit up,
Prayin that the devil don’t do us,
Did he do us?
Ah (S—)

(Verse 2)
I aint tryna talk what you say bruh,
I aint gon’ leave till I lay one
Brought her to the room s— was A1
You ain’t no boss till’ you face one,
Ain’t as fly as me with a cape on,
I aint tryna die where I came from (yea)
She just wanna f— that ain’t really what I need,
Talk like Jhene but she lookin’ like Ri,
And she a lil freak
Diamonds so sharp make me bleed,
S— ain’t gon pop without me,
Keep it a thou with my G’s and
I want the smoke I aint takin no L’s I don’t f— with no L’s
If you start it with me you gon’ die by yourself ,
Trey the 1 , 8 n—– know what i’m talkin bout.

(Hook)

Super, Fly check the Louva’s (Louie V)
Louie V check from the boot up,
Did his thing, gotta shoot him.
Been playin too nice gotta rude up,
Treat me like a Louie connoisseur
Killed the game now I gotta suit up,
Prayin that the devil don’t do us,
Did he do us?
Ah (S—)

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