New Warleans

(альбом: Weed & Instrumental$ 2 - 2016)

Bitch I am a soldier (soldier)
Don't say I ain't told ya (I tried)
Hundred in my chopper, you can get caught, nice to know ya
Still fucking with cocoa (cocoa)
Hi-Tek in the soda
I'm still in the field, fuck 'round with me, get found slumped over, nigga
I just flew in Sonya, she from Minnesota
Must be something in the air, 'cause that bitch head game is the coldest (coldest)
Riding 'round, in Rovers (swervin')
My trap, it stay open (boomin')
40 ain't got no safety (no safety)
You fuck niggas ain't safe, hold up
I was young and reckless (reckless)
Had guns under my mattress (yeah)
But now I'm just a maniac, pull up on you in traffic
I was jugging out my mamas house, she pulled me out it
Moved my shop across the highway had it figured out
Now I got diamonds on my necklace (shining)
Rolley's face baguetted

Doing donuts ain't no breakfast

So what I want, nigga, they let me, nigga
Don't pop shit 'bout me 'less you want to feel some heat
I got some niggas, that gon' slide for me on any street
'Cause nigga this is New Warleans
It's 400 hundred degrees
My side the wild wild east, down in [?]
I was eating sushi with this bad bitch in the Bahamas
I don't eat no fucking sushi, but on god that bitch was stylish
Thank you Rick Owens for Raf
Nigga do the math
Wack you for the plug and I ain't got to pay him back
Was a no brainer for me, hoe 36 a key
Push start the car, ain't seen the keys in 'bout a week
Play boy your bitch her mind is reckless
Facetime'ing and texting
Say you just a fuck nigga, she don't want to lay next to
To keep it real my nigga, I can't blame the bitch
But next time you pillow talk, gon' be some gangster shit
I pull up, hop out myself
Don't need nobody else
But you gon' need some help
Or it might be too late
A thrill to see that priceless look that's on his face
Over that money, tie you mother up on Mother's Day
Fuck em