Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trap House $crim] Work, ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (What?) Smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp Kick the front door, bitch, better bust down Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (Work) Just know one thing, I don't fuck with nobody (Nah) Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow) Trap House $crim, bitch, I could give a fuck Ridin' 'round town with the nine on tuck Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?) Dare a motherfucker to try and act tough (What?) Hunnid motherfuckers that's all ready to rush Hunnid motherfuckers that's dyin' to light 'em up (Grrah) Live from the land where you six feet deep Before you even die, just standin' on your feet Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a bitch wet 5-0-4, keep the choppa on flex [Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord] Bitch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy 7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-fucking-foreign, ayy Gimme the blunt, bitch, you wastin' all the weed Pass it 'round, use my lungs as the storage, ayy Pitbull in the yard, stay away from my gate That's a motherfucking warnin', ayy Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switchblade, ayy Ice on my wrist, help the swellin' go down from the slit You can find me in the motherfucking tank, ayy Five-hunnid degrees, four dollar signs Dial up my line, I'm on the East Bank, ayy (Brr, brr) Suicide, left the blood from my shank *59 Yin Yang, ayy [Verse 3: KirbLaGoop] Hunnid thou', hunnid thou', suicide (Suicide) Who you think you fuckin' with? You done lost your mind (You done lost your mind) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh) That's all you hear when I step in the room (Ha-ha-ha) Boy, I jugg (Jugg, jugg), you can check my right wrist (Check my wrist) Every day in the kitchen, watch me flip (Yeah, yeah) I can cook (I can cook), Betty Crocker (I'm a baker) Got them cakes and I serve pills like a doctor (I got prescriptions) I'm on the corner (On the corner), fuck the corner (Man, fuck that shit) I'm in the house, servin' weed like a farmer (I'm a farmer John) I got crops (I got crops), long-ass crops (Long-ass crops) And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them bitches) Hunnid thou', hunnid, hunnid, hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid) Don't try us, we just start wylin' (Uh-uh) $uicideboy$ with the Kirb (Kirb), what you talkin'? Absurd (Absurd) Tryna try us, what we gon' do? Put your brains on the curb (Woo, woo) No play, all day in F-L-A (Don't play, bitch) You can try that shit, I'll put your face on a t-shirt today, damn