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)