(You did good, $lick)
(f*ck, bring this sh*t back to '96) (What)
(Northside in this bitch)
(Lil Wetto)
(Southside in this bitch) (What)
(East-side, *59, motherf*cker)
(West Bank in this bitch)
(Mmh, respect me)
(East-side *59) (Ay)
Heard that boy talking sh*t, I'ma murk his ass (f*ck 'em)
Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass (f*cker)
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I ain't talkin' mass (Shh)
Said he gon' kill who? Ha, I need a laugh (Haha)
Ayy, big dog $lick $loth, northside killer (North)
Heartbreak kid, young wet Ben Stiller (Whoa)
How the f*ck you chart on Billboard but I'm still f*ckin' richer?
I went platinum with no billboard, no video, no pictures
Can give a f*ck 'bout these plaques or these critics and bitches
I'm just grindin' for my fam, give my girl what she wishes (Ayy)
Y'all f*ck boys just buyin' toys, don't pass on my litmus
I done went broke, made it back tenfold, that's God as my witness
"Ayy, cut throat, let 'em know", still a savage motherf*cker
Solja rag in that Rolls, lookin' like Juvie in that Hummer
Number one stunner, I'm off St. Bernard with Ruby
Went to Carrollton with my shirt off screamin' out "Bitch, who gon' shoot me?"
I grab the Uzi, I hit the huey
Eatin' a ten piece in a Benz, just another f*ckin' Tuesday
Bitch, I'm too grey
I mean three grey
f*cking the game with no foreplay (No!)
PD sayin' they "f*ckin' with me", reminding me of what a whor* would say (Uh-Uh)
Still f*ck them hoes
Still coming down off them drugs from three years ago (Sheesh)
Still hoardin' most of my money, can't shake feeling broke (Damn)
Who the f*ck you know blew a 'mil up their nose?
Yeah, they heard, I found God like I still won't shoot (Yeah)
Baddest motherf*ckin' crackers, there ain't no dispute (What?)
f*ck this whole industry, even the no names too (f*ck 'em)
Let me just tell you that I hate you, there's no need to assume (Grey, grey)
Feel like year 2000 and I'm Aaron Brooks (Yeah)
Take that fent, that brown, and show you how to cook (What?)
You brought the whole gang down and I ain't even shook (puss*)
And I'll just stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook (Need a hook)
I'm a *59 soldier, New Orleans stunner
Dodgin' NOPD they always out and about in the summer
I don't f*ck with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger
Now I'm flyin' em in from out of state pick 'em up in a camo hummer
Still off that St. Bernard exit down by the lake
Still pullin' up at Russell's just to hand out free eighth's
Still whippin' a big body, ain't slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelican's game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th Ward Lord
The chopper never jams, but I still use it as a sword
Sneakin' into cemeteries like I pre-ordered death
I f*cked my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck
Yeah, my pimping done started a f*ckin' zombie outbreak (Yeah)
Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late
Watch out for the sniper shootin' cars when you're drivin' through the East
Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink
East Bank born and raised but I've been all over (East Bank)
Catch me uptown at the fly, I don't think I ever been there sober
Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October
Crossin' town in the Cullinan, I know it look like a Rover (Uh)
Who that? Who that? I ride around with no tint
Get the gat, get the gat, under the seat is a MAC-10
I hear pop-pop-pop-pop, and I wake up sweatin' bullets
So I moved down da bayou where it ain't so f*cking humid
Yeah, I'm going through it
All these motherf*ckers want something from me
These bitches see I got money, that's why they gon' try and f*ck me (Haha, bitch)
They want a kid in they tummy but I wrap it up like a mummy
These f*cking greasy ass hoes, I keep it clean bitch don't touch me (Ew)
So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy
What you want from me baby? Why you bein' so fussy?
Why don't you go down to Harrah's and see if you get lucky? (Grr)
If you see my granny, ask her about me, she'll say she love me
I hold it down for my people, make sure my family ain't broke
I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak
I wanna die in New Orleans, yeah, this sh*t ain't a joke (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke
(Yeah)
(f*ck)
(Northside)
(East)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
(Drag 'em to the river)
