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Drag 'Em to the River
$uicideboy$
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(You did good, $lick)
Fuck bring this shit back to '96 (Wetto)
Northside in this bitch
Lil Wetto
Southside in this bitch (Wetto)
East-side, 59, motherfucker
West Bank in this bitch
Mhh respect me
East-side 59 (Ay)
Heard that boy talking shit, I'ma murk his ass
Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass (Fuckboy)
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I ain't talkin' mass
Said he gon' kill who? Ha, I need a laugh (Haha)
Ayy, big dog $lick $loth, northside killer
Heartbreak kid, young wet Ben Stiller ($licky)
How the fuck you chart on Billboard but I'm still fuckin' richer?
I went platinum with no billboard, no video, no pictures
Can't give a fuck 'bout these plaques or these critics and bitches
I'm just grindin' for my fam, givะต my girl what she wishes (Ayy)
Y'all fuck boys just buyin' toys, don't pass on my litmus
I done wะตnt broke, made it back tenfold, that's God as my witness
"Ay cut throat, let 'em know", still a savage motherfucker
Solja rag in that Rolls, lookin' like Juvie in that Hummer
Number one stunner, I'm off St. Bernard with Ruby
Went to Carrollton with my shirt off
Screamin' out "Bitch, who gon' shoot me?"
I grab the Uzi, I hit the huey
Eatin' a ten piece in a Benz, just another fuckin' Tuesday
Bitch, I'm too grey
I mean three grey
Fucking the game with no foreplay (North)
PD sayin' they "fuckin' with me"
Reminding me of what a whore would say (Uh-Uh)
Still fuck them hoes
Still coming down off them drug, from three years ago (Sheesh)
Still hoardin' most of my money can't shake feeling broke (Damn)
Who the fuck you know blew a 'mil up their nose?
Yeah, they heard, I found God like I still won't shoot
Baddest motherfuckin' crackers, there ain't no dispute
Fuck this whole industry, even the no names too (Fuck 'em)
Let me just tell you that I hate you
There's no need to assume (Grey, grey)
Feel like year 2000 and I'm Aaron Brooks
Take that fent, that brown, and show you how to cook
You brought the whole gang down and I ain't even shook (Pussy)
And I'll just stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook
I'm a 59 soldier, New Orleans stunner
Dodgin' NOPD they always out and about in the summer
I don't fuck with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger
Now I'm flyin' em in from out of state pick 'em up in a camo hummer
Still off that St. Bernard exit down by the lake
Still pullin' up at Russell's
Just to hand out free eighth's
Still whippin' a big body
Ain't slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelican's game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th ward lord
The chopper never jams, but I still use it as a sword
Sneakin' into cemeteries like I pre-ordered death
I fucked my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck
Yeah, my pimping done started a fuckin' zombie outbreak (Yeah)
Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late
Watch out for the sniper shootin' cars
When you're drivin' through the East
Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink
East Bank born and raised but I've been all over (East Bank)
Catch me uptown at the fly, I don't think I ever been there sober
Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October
Crossin' town in the Cullinan, I know it look like a Rover (Uh)
Who dat? Who dat?
I ride around with no tint
Get the gat, get the gat
Under the seat is a MAC-10
I hear pop pop pop pop, and I wake up sweatin' bullets
So I moved down da bayou where it ain't so fucking humid
Yeah, I'm going through it
All these motherfuckers want something from me
These bitches see I got money
That's why they gon' try and fuck me (Haha, bitch)
They want a kid in they tummy but I wrap it up like a mummy
These fucking greasy ass hoes
I keep it clean bitch don't touch me (Ew)
So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy
What you want from me baby? Why you bein' so fussy?
Why don't you go down to Harrah's and see if you get lucky?
If you see my granny, ask her about me, she'll say she love me
I hold it down for my people, make sure my family ain't broke
I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak
I wanna die in New Orleans
Yeah this shit ain't a joke (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke
Yeah
Fuck
Northside
East
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
Drag 'em to the river
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