Mardi Gras

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Niggas always talkin' nerd shit, it disgust me (Smoov, what's good, baby? Thank You Fizzle) Now you wanna beat the bitch up 'cause she love me I was in the coupe, damn it, Daniel, think my wrist broke I just put the whole Antartica in a fishbowl (Damn, like that, Joog?) Big bank uchies on the dashboard, for real, though Nigga blink wrong, he gon' have me up in kill mode Why you paranoid? Shit, I ain't got no bill, bro I just put my threes of the gel in a sealed pint [Chorus] Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit baggеd twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica Shе been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl [Verse 2] I just poured a four up in a twenty, I'm in Barney's world Nigga mad at me 'cause I ain't wanna give him autographs Argue with a bitch? I just put 'em in a garbage bag I'm in Neimen Marcus mud walkin' with an army bag Drop it on the floor, what's that? It's a hundiddy Who that, Drakeo? It's in a bag, don't come for me I just flatlined your best friend, what you wanna do? He's never comin' back and that's that, let's just call it truce [Chorus] Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl [Verse 3] This the type of shit that make his body rock Hit him with the rapper, left a nigga on potty watch He gon' swear a nigga knew karate, watch Chop suey, nigga, and it came with the Mardi Gras Can you take me shoppin'? Yeah, probably not I was on Rodeo, niggas starin', yeah, they probably opps Hangin' out the window, bro, what kind of watch? Bro, that would be tellin' if I told you I'd be kinda hot [Chorus] Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl