[Verse 1]
Crescent City (Yeah), God bless the city
They say, "Tune, when you leave, it feel like God left the city"
Got a presidenti' (Ooh)
A code like Da Vinci's (Ooh)
I'm all about the Benji's
Caught my ex and a nigga ballin' out at Wendy's (Okay)
I'm ballin' like I'm Wemby (Okay)
Treating a hundred-fifty thousand like a dollar-fifty (Brrt)
That's why these two-dollar bitches always plottin' against me (Fuck 'em)
Tryna get me, but I'm straight like a shot of Henny'
Niggas take shots, I'm too far for shots to hit me
It's lonely at the top, but I'm a loner, so it fit me (It fit me)
New Orleans rapper, boy (Rapper)
Been on top spot, never change like a leopard, boy
Loaded weapon, boy
No pen and paper, I ain't tryna write a letter, boy (Uh-uh)
I'm tryna shred a boy, a dog like attaboy (Attaboy)
You waitin' for the smoke to settle, I'm on kettle, boy (Yeah)
Just told my mama she a king like Coretta, boy
[Chorus]
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, whole family five-star
Automatic shots off, mink jacket, Tom Ford
Need a baddie, got yours, get romantic, dry off
Send her back in my drawers, Louisiana hot sauce
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, whole family five-star
Automatic shots off, mink jacket, Tom Ford
Need a baddie, got yours, get romantic, dry off
Send her back in my drawers, Louisiana hot sauce
[Verse 2]
I'm a New Orleans nigga (Yeah)
Who are these niggas?
Told that nigga in the mirror, "You wish you was me, nigga"
I'll shoot up these niggas like a movie scene, nigga
No school degree, nigga, but I'm schooling these niggas
And I sleep (Sleep), all night in that pussy
I'ma fall right back in that pussy, I go raw, hide in that pussy
He gon' ride a nigga dick, I'ma joyride in that pussy
She said, "Tell me it's your pussy," and I say, "Don't lie to that pussy"
She a fly Atlanta bitch, knocked that Hawk out of that pussy (Woah)
Light-skin ting, but there's a dark side to that pussy
She gon' pop, pop that pussy, pop the cork out of that pussy
Got a deep, deep pussy, gotta snorkel out of that pussy
I'm a real nigga for real niggas, I'm a real nigga, it's real, nigga
A lil' nigga, but still nigga, not a lil' nigga, I'll steal one of your lil' niggas
Quiet on my ship, nigga, you could be ten toes down
You know I'll make you heal nigga, for real, nigga, for real, nigga
[Chorus]
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, whole family five-star
Automatic shots off, mink jacket, Tom Ford
Need a baddie, got yours, get romantic, dry off
Send her back in my drawers, Louisiana hot sauce
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, old habits die hard
No daddy, mama's boy, Anita Baker bring me joy
Whole trap behind bars, whole family five-star
Automatic shots off, mink jacket, Tom Ford
Need a baddie, got yours, get romantic, dry off
Send her back in my drawers, Louisiana hot sauce
[Outro]
Louisiana hot sauce
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