Kanye West feat. Jack Harlow - Louis Bags

[Chorus: Kanye West] We did it, we did it Joe! I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I'm in the Louis store with a Gucci mask I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed [Verse 1: Kanye West] We ain't doin' business, it won't be no business We ain't doin' business, it won't be no business We ain't doin' business, it won't be no business We ain't doin' business, it won't be no business Pick [?] um Pick [?] let it, um [?] let it, um Fine life and I couldn't-, um I ain't gonna lie, couldn't move Couldn't even if I wanted to Couldn't scare me if it haunted you I'ma do what I wanna do What you look like in a nasty Louis bag? [?] What you look like in a nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed [Chorus: Kanye West] I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed What you look like in a nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed I stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed What you look like in a nasty Louis bag? We stopped buying Louis bags after Virgil passed We did it, we did it Joe!, ayy [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] I'm my lil' cousins favorite cousin I gave 'em all my number in my phone, they stopped buzzin' They listen to my songs and say their parents hate the cussin' They asked if I was nervous on TV or if I wasn't They asked me if it's true that I don't go to church "My daddy said you don't, but then I guess you know" I been thinkin' about goin', though, I might let you know One day, I'll bring you to my concert if they let you go Pumpin' gas alone in Texico Hopin' I don't get approached Don't know if it's clear until I check the coast All these rappers dyin', I don't want be one that's next to go Paranoia tickin' in my head just like a metronome I can't walk around like Jack that wore the spectacles I shook the hands, took the pictures, made myself accessible Threw the parties, showed love, kept it all respectable Tried to give you something you ain't have before but It's all over, they got the drop on my life, it's all over All this pressure on me, they'd wish I'd fall over Too bad I'm a winner like fall over I dropped, uh, heat in February Cocky tweets in February All-Star weekend with the court-side seats in February I'm the champ', you come second like the E in February All that humble shit was fake, now, can we keep it legendary? Please