Oh, here comes the drama Runnin' tell yo' momma it's that clique
With the *** that'll make yo' bitch have a fit
When we kick like a boot, hittin' hard like
Hard pay's your best to have some ass with
Make a nigga suffer like a baby with a colic
Think a nigga *** with this clique
But then I bowed it, and I bowed it
Niggas slang with this southern folk like we do
The drama's about to happen, bitches, this is just a question
Now watch me bust like a nut as I rip *** up
Got my girl on my side, down to *** it up
So she *** as we glide through yo' hood with that sound
*** me or rip it up and show these bitches what you all ***
Run like Susha, I be that bad swamp bitch
Got them hoes lookin' sick, bitches, y'all get it
In strip style, I be flossin'
Clout in the bay, but home base is New Orleans
I be that nigga with a clique
Bought as long as the Mississippi
So if you want some drama, niggas, come and get me
Hit me like a boxer, and watch me break you off proper
That automatic static stopper
Droppin' mother***ers like a bad habit
I done had hate up in here, bitch, I'm that nigga that they fix
But they don't want none
Run up if you wish, bitch
Then watch you be a victim, X-Ray bitch
There's a nigga couldn't help you, see us
That's where your train ain't got the weight
M.B.I.X. is cookin' up, trust
Dial them niggas and them bitches from the south
And get that plastic thing shoved in yo' mouth
It's that funk from the south, bound to turn *** out
And we them players, all you niggas be talkin' bout
So if you beholden, especially try to fall in
Enroll with these players, makin' noise up in New Orleans
Bustin' on all them niggas and bitches
And hoes who niggas and bitches
The niggas who wanted to G
The X-Ray, the X-Ray, the X-Ray
I'm stowin' out the M.O.L.
Raisin' voo-coo hell in the smell
Of my gumbo, for sure, got you niggas lined up
To get a bowl of the flavor I bust
So huff and puff and get low like a twenty-sec
Run up on this hoe and get rolled on yo' ***in' back
Flap yo' pussy eaters and get cold pimps
Smack testin' my dumb hoe beaters
Get yo' jawbone cracked, Black Sarah
Me is who I be, recognize, recognize
And they can see me, got they mouth open wide
But surprise, surprise, black candles gettin' lit
The soda gets sprinkled, the Greek gets fixed
You hooked on my cake mix so bad you got that itch
Bitch, hail to the street queen
Sellin' dreams to the fiends
By any means, this lady's first to go off
Servin' suckas well
Cause Jill taught me how to stack mail by the bushels
Don't let em' push you
Cause you a female in the game, man
You know them niggas'll try to hook you plain
James and simple-minded hoes get blowed on
And wanna be stuntin' rap bitches get flown on
So hold on like M.O.L. but I'm comin' like Biggie
Ready to die and got my ghetto bitches with me, I'm tricky
Doody and Bird carryin' pistol packin'
Female Mackin' quips are poppin'
Non-stop and steady, cockin' male actin'
Bad on that ass cause I got snow nippin'
Tray ate, drink ate, tits wet
Got killers on my payroll makin' paper
All about them dollars
You bitches best to wake up
Like Lil Gate skate to shoot no buster bitches
Piggin' in my pockets tryna hit me for my rent
You over to jail or get killed from ***in' with me
You best to get your mind right
I'll be ***in' if you gon' hit me for my stand
So whip that ass and leave a cast around your leg
A couple of hickas on your head
You best be glad that ass not dead
Cause I got lit up in this coupe
That'll make your *** look just like gumbo
Wear your soap because I know you don't wanna rumble
Real ass nigga rippin' bitches like the show
Ain't no studio for beatin' me cause I'm bitch
I can't feel about it
I be talkin' loud because I want you bitches hearin' me
It's 1995, I'm wreckin' shops so stop fearin' me
There ain't no limit to what I'm doin'
All this *** that I be kickin'
So run up and touch my nuts and watch you earn that ass a whippin'
Cause I'm stickin' to the G-code
All about smokin' weed, gettin' blowed, and ***in' blowed
What's great is a nigga couldn't talk, you see us
That's right, that's right, I got the way
And me and X is cookin' up trucks
Down them niggas and them bitches from the south
And get that plastic thing shoved in your mouth
Cause if that folk from the south bound to turn *** out
And we them players all you niggas be talkin' about
So if you ballin'
Is best to try to fall in
And roll with them players makin' hoes up in New Orleans
Cause if that folk from the south bound to turn *** out
And we them players all you niggas be talkin' about
So if you ballin'
Is best to try to fall in
And roll with them players makin' hoes up in New Orleans
Yeah!
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