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Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (what?)
Smoke one, h*e, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, b*tch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (what?)
Just know one thing, I don't f*ck with nobody (nah)
Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty
Trap House $crim, b*tch, I could give a f*ck
Ridin' round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (what?)
Dare a motherf*cker to try and act tough (what?)
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's dyin' to light 'em up
Live from the land where you 6 feet deep
Before you even die, just standing on your feet
Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a b*tch wet
504, keep the choppa on flex
B*tch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-f*cking-foreign, ayy