Magnolia (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Verse 1] Uh, in New York like Biggie rock, plants on the sock She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatt Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked Yeah, Stunna number blocked This New Orleans milli' rock, let A Milli rock Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not, brr Yeah, tell 'em it's the rock In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks I'm twisted like my locks, big up to The LOX I did a show with Ja (Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?) Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock They threw me in the box, eight months tops Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped Man, when Carter V drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop The bitches' drawers gon' drop and then the calls gon' drop Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah And all of these bitches got ass, how did they get it so fast? They ain't have that in the past, I still smash In L.A., they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock [Chorus] Hold up, I ain't from the 'Nolia But Tunechi still a soldier And rest in peace to Soulja 'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah [Verse 2] And I fuck these hoes if I don't doze Off on that drank, if I do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame Weed, stank, it better be the only thing Big bank take lil' bank, you know the game All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter The fireman and firestarter, need water Woo, all of your bitches, they poo, all of my bitches, they're new They got more bitches than you, all of these hoes in cahoots But my bitch keep me in the loop, she blow me like hot Campbell's soup My woadies come out like a troop, innocent bystander, oops Enjoyin' my financial fruits, I'm in a pineapple coupe Passin' you up like juke, turnin' heads like a screw Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip I'm rich, bitch, Money Mitch, what's in that, bag? Fourteen bricks You got 14 bricks in that bag? Used to, used to drive a Masi' Used to be locked up with the dude that stalked Ashanti Used to be in Hollygrove with goons that caught them bodies Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty To your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley I'm kamikazein' you niggas, Ronda Rousey It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, Trukfit to the socks OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh Waitin' for Carter V to drop, uh It's the, it's the rock, uh Tell them bitches it's the rock, yeah, yeah I'm throwin' up the rock, yeah [Chorus] I ain't from Magnolia But Tunechi still a soldier And rest in peace to Soulja 'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah