歌手:$uicideboy$
专辑:《New World Depression》

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Heard that boy talkin' shit, I'ma murk his ass
Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass
"Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew," I ain't talking mass
Said he gon' kill who? Ha! I need a laugh
Aye, Big Dog, Slick Sloth, Northside Killa
Heartbreak Kid, Yung Wet, Ben Stiller
How the **** you chart on Billboard but I'm still ****in' richer?
I went platinum with no Billboard, no video, no pictures
Give a **** about these plaques or these critics and bitches
I'm just grindin' for my fam, give my girl what she wishes
Y'all **** boys just buyin' toys don't pass on my litmus
I done went broke, made it back tenfold, that's God as my witness
"Aye, Cut Throat, let 'em know!"
Still a savage mother****er, Soulja rag in that Rolls
Looking like Juvi in that Hummer
Number one stunna, 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 ****in' Tuesday
Bitch, I'm too grey, I mean three grey
****in' the game with no foreplay
PD sayin' they ****in' with me, remindin' me of what a whore would say
It's still **** them hoes
Still comin' down off them drugs from three years ago
Still hoardin' most of my money, can't shake feelin' broke
Who the **** you know blew a mill up their nose?
Yeah, they heard I found God, like I still gon' shoot
Baddest mother****in' crackers, there ain't no dispute
**** this whole industry, even the no-names too
Let me just tell you that I hate you, there's no need to assume
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
And I'll just stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook
I'm a 5-9 soldier, New Orleans stunna
Dodgin' NOPD, they always out and about in the summer
I don't **** with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger
Now I fly 'em in from out of state and 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 eighths
Still whippin' a big body, ain't slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelicans game but they won't say my name
Blanco Leopardo, I'm the Seventh Ward Lord
The choppa never jams but I still use it as a sword
Sneakin' into cemeteries like a pre-ordered death
I ****ed my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck
Yeah, my pimpin' done started a ****in' zombie outbreak
Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late
Watch out for them snipers shootin' cars when you drive through the East
Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink
East Bank born and raised but I been all over
Catch me uptown at the Fly, don't think I ever been there sober
Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October
Crossing town in a 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 the bayou where it ain't so ****in' humid
Yeah, I'm going through it, all these mother****ers want somethin' from me
These bitches see I got money, that's why they gon' try and **** me
They want a kid in they tummy but I wrap it up like a mummy
These ****in' greasy ass hoes, I keep it clean, bitch, don't touch me
So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy
Whatchu 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 till I croak
I wanna die in New Orleans, yeah, that shit ain't a joke
Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke
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