Poydras

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The fuck
 Yeah where that bitch at?
 Man tell that bitch come up here
 If it's up then it's stuck hoe
 If it's up then it's stuck hoe
 If it's up then it's stuck hoe
 Tell me hoe where ya at?
 I just had to re-up on you hoes
 I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
 Ain't seen my feelings in so long
 I do my thing on solo
 Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho'
 Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho'
 Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown
 3k for the seal, so it's cutthroat
 On a PJ, smoking on the e-way
 I got ZaZa running through my arteries
 Pick me outside, forty on throwaway
 Leave your eyеs wide really you ain't seeing me
 Run it up, pussy hit that rеlay
 Double back, shoot again, press you like a replay
 I've been up, what it is, stretch em like a freeway
 On the real, I'mma blow a pound like some TNT
 Yeah, yeah, la vida loca
 Pouring lean in my soda
 Smoking gas 'till she choke out
 I'm smoking gas 'till we glow up
 Babygirl, I'm just tryna make sure, ahh
 All these diamonds on my neck like the polar
 Cool mil in my account looking colder
 Two tier double deck when I pour out
 Pop my seal, I'mma need another drink hoe
 TT'd off the foam how I be hoe
 And that MAC keep grip while I sleep hoe
 And my net worth rolling to the beat, ahh
 I just popped another pill on ecstasy, ahh
 Bitch wanna top me with my feet up
 Big fiend for the money need the ER
 Push a little coupe, baby this ain't no Fiat
 Clip long, knee high, pushing back ya weave ahh
 Kick on the AR like a horse, yeehaw
 Knock you off ya feet, ahh
 Run it up, we hot
 Tell my opps stay close
 I'll show how I roll
 From the North to the South Shore
 Run that shit back, tell'em fill me up
 If it's up then it's stuck, hoe
 Tell me, hoe, where ya at, hoe?
 I just had to re-up on you hoes
 I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
 Ain't seen my feelings in so long
 I do my thing on solo
 Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho'
 Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho'
 Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown
 3k for the seal, so it's cutthroat
 Too many Deja Vu
 I feel like it
 We've have too many people that's dying because
 Nobody wanna get involved until it happens to you
 Northside Shawty wet, hit 'em with the Womp Womp
 GLE take off with your bitch, bye
 Honk, honk, King Kong, big ding dong
 You see these dogs outside
 Just know I'm upstairs going hard bitch, bing bong
 Who the fuck said that I done changed since I got racks
 Rather me twin bed at my mom and dads recording in that shed
 Say you got them WMD's but you Iraq
 Invade you like I'm Bush and find out you ain't got jack
 Fuck that, here's a gun put it down, you gone clutch that
 Rat tells, self defense, had to bust back
 Why you throwing up boy, where ya nuts at?
 Butt back bitch I ain't tryna fuck yet
 No fucks left, get off of my dick, hoe
 Bar baby pill poppa, wet big Moe
 Wet bigalow, fucking hoes like a gigolo
 Titty baby, Grey the color 'till the funeral
 Quarter mil for my powder bag, I ain't flipping for a profit
 I'm strung out, pressing a gun against my eye socket
 My wrist look like the night sky
 Glistening, the drug usage at an all time high
 Suicide, ready to die
 All my partners down to ride soon as I text 'em to slide
 I'm betting you'll hide
 Peeking out, bending the blinds, cocking the nine
 Staring down the barrel, you'll get lead through your eye
 Leaving you blind, yeah
 Oddy like Hammurabi
 Chopping bitches bodies like my dick was a shotty
 It ain't a hobby
 It's what the fuck I do
 I ain't playing this fucking game of who's who
 Been had the drip but the whip is new
 The whole dash is covered in blue residue
 Give me all the smoke and the bad Juju
 Playing arenas but I ain't Voodoo
 

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Duration
04:09
Key
8
Tempo
98 BPM

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