NOLA

I'ma make it worse if you wanna act up, so

What you playin' for? I can make you jealous

First, I'ma back it up, rub it in your face

Yeah, yeah

Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some)

Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some)

Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some)

Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some)

Love that the 90's had (I could really use some)

Weed heavy, make me choke (I could really use some)

Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some)

Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could really use some)

Dame todo mami, dame todo mami

Dame todo mami, tu encima, yo pa' bajo

Dame todo mami, dame todo mami

Dame todo mami, tu encima, yo pa' bajo

I don't penny pinch, I spend bread on all my hoes

Treat 'em equally, if not, they get in that mode

She ain't wanna chill back then, now she ask to come to shows

She got a man, but she with me, she play a game, she'll get exposed

If I was sellin' dick, she couldn't afford it

My ho just like the car from out the country, she imported

Style me, myself and I, I don't need help, look good in Jordan's

I don't politic with hoes, no back and forth, it ain't important

Know what I mean?

Out in the hills, I'm drunk as hell like Charlie Sheen

Get to L.A., she wanna fuck, get in the room, take off my jeans

Said that I love her, but I love her friend

Some things ain't what it seem

Do what I want, I'm racked up, Dri

Been having my way since a teen (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some)

Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some)

Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some)

Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some)

Love that the 90's had (I could really use some)

Weed heavy, make me choke (I could really use some)

Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some)

Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could really use some)

I don't like sharin' myself, huh, I don't like sharin' myself, huh

I don't wanna share myself, huh, I only wanna share my bitch, huh

I don't like sharin' myself, huh, I don't like sharin' myself, huh

I don't wanna share myself, huh, I only wanna share my bitch, huh

Nigga, you share that bitch, ain't sharing no bitch to resent my gifts

I couldn't even make no list, taste that, uh, take that bitch

I want the head, the neck, the face

Lil' baby, that straight Kurt Angle

You like the feds, my jit

Don't buy what ya selling, can't work the angles

I'm off the Perc' and a Addy

He dropping the lo', we pull up in the Caddy

I need a bitch with no daddy

That ho better get in that ring with no padding

She throwin' that shit like I'm Manning

I'm catching like Randy when bullets come at him

The kick on the switched be manic

We busting yo' bitch while you bust down a Patek

You got a brush with death

Bobby Ross with the stick, put ya head on a canvas

I want the head, the neck, the face

Little baby, that straight Kurt Angle

You like feds, my jit

Don't buy what ya selling, can't work the angles

I want the head, the neck, the face

Little baby, that straight Kurt Angle

The only thing I've ever really wanted was a pistol

My only true regret is every shot where I missed 'em

Crackas wanna lynch me but I'm back with a vengeance

On Yellowstone side where it's bloody in the trenches

Babies in the trash can, money for the white folks

They just wanna see 'em bleed, baby, what you mad for?

Only thing I wanted was some (I could really use some)

Blades on a candy slab

Swimmin' in the syrup (I could really use some)

Talk to God while I'm smokin' loud

Flyer than a feather (I could really use some)

You won't ever see me touch the ground

They don't wanna hear me

But I bet them niggas see me now

Flowers from the asphalt (I could really use some)

Birds made of concrete

Flames from the muzzle break (I could really use some)

Send 'em to that long sleep (Use, use)

(I could really use some)