West End

Ay, slick it's yo conscience See you building up violence You itching to murder, itching to merk em You know what I gotta say Kill em all and get locked away Kill yourself and just end this pain You gonna burn in hell anyways F-fuck the preachers and what they say Grip the A to the K and and then let it spray Grip the Mac and just go insane Grab a bitch fuck her once and don't ever call Get that money and then you say fuck and we ball They don't want you to win just always fall But I'm torn tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall Wake up and pop me a Adderall Wake up and pop me two Adderall Got the sticks and we don't let that ladder fall Back in New Orleans Back in the rat trap Always storming in the spring time 7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes Don't let the whore in Bitch I'm recording Red light Ruby with a groupie when he touring in the foreign But when he in the 7th the lonely lord is reborn to his final form Heart stops like a red light Lead pipe Bash in my skull Smoke a rock of crack Glass in my gallbladder Cock it back Headlights Eye contacts very important when you driving around in a storm Riding in a corvette in the 7th ward with the 7th Ward Lord The blood has been poured on the mud Now we gorge on the flood Lit the torch with a rub yeah Ran up on ya Druggin' Slowly shoving perkys in my mouth Told you I'm losing it Clutching the chopper Bitch ready to eat some shit Catch me in traffic serving and bad decisions Packsof bitches Fuck I love 'em Fuck 'em duck 'em Bitch I'm running through bodies of oppositions Taking my position is not existent Bitch I do this of misfits Kicking shit over Out of order Lurkin' Droppin' bombs where your city is Respect for nobody No fair ones I'm calling it now Not fucking around with I load the Trey-Five-Seven Let you underground Whippin' the Rover in Boulder I'm smokin' the finest While your sweetheart Handle my bic like a thief in the night