Letras
Ain't it shive how I rap put New Orleans on the map
Nigga keep that fake love and all the fake daps
I'm from the place they call the Crescent City, the Murder Cap
Where they got big guns that send shots thru your fitted caps
You brush your teeth, you on them hoes
What you niggas know about T's, Ree's, Girbaud's
Using a polish rag just to shine up your golds
That ninety seven Lexus LS on Momos
You bout your paper, you on top you handling business
Oh you doing it for the gram, you just flexing the bitches
I promise myself, that I'll never leave a witness
So shh, be quiet, the feds taking pictures
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Well, why your girl hit my line for that Oscar Meyer
She say I got that dope dick, I'm her supplier
She see thru your facade and your designer
Me I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap
Them Black Cement and Tinker 3's yeah I bought that
Threw receipts away cause I ain't trying to take nothing back
Yeah I'm handing out shots, I hope you niggas caught that
Ok, stop it, cause I done had enough
I'm tired of all y'all talk'n, now let me call y'all bluff
What you know about getting out the mud when's it's rough
On the back of the bus, with weed in your cuffs
Army use to be RTA bound
Now it's a Dodge Challenger every time that I come around
Cas Major on the track if you questioning the sound
Wild Gang is my family, my whoadies my rounds
Nigga might be shive, nigga might be triflin'
Pocket full of money, long as I'm doing the right things
Looking like a walk'n lick, I know I'm enticing
Shorty pussy dripping wet, I know she getting excited
So, let's say I'm in the room bitch and the hoe don't want fuck
I'm a call her friend over and bust her up in the front
Walk back in the room wipe her face with my nut
Fuck a damn Uber send them hoes back home on the bus
Got a picture of Malcom X on the wall in my room, bitch
Look'n out blinds with the chop and a full clip
By any means necessary miss with the bullshit