Magnolia (feat. KirbLaGoop)

Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint

Smoke one hoe, get high with a pimp

Kick the front door, bitch, better bust down

Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud

Just know one thing, I don't fuck with nobody

Case fulla shells with a 12 gauge shotty

Traphouse, scrim bitch, I could give a fuck

Ridin' round town with the 9 on tuck

Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust

Dare a motherfucker to try and act tough

Hundred motherfuckers that's all ready to rush

Hundred motherfuckers that's dyin' to light 'em up

Live from the land where you six feet deep

Before you even die just standing on your feet

Gold teeth with a grin that will make a bitch wet

504 keep the chopper on flex

Bitch, I'm from New Orleans

7th Ward Lord cutting guts with a sword

Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half fuckin' foreign

Give me the blunt

Bitch, you wastin' all the weed

Pass it around, use my lungs as the storage

Pit bull in the yard, stay away from my gate

That's a motherfucking warning

Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switch blade

Ice on my wrist help the swelling go down from the snake

You can find me in the motherfucking tank

500 degrees

4 dollar signs

Dial up my line, now I'm on the east bank

Suicide left the blood on my shank

59 Yin Yang

Hundred thou, hundred thou, $uicide, $uicide

Who you think you fuckin with?

You done lost your mind

Lost your mind

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

That’s all you hear when I stand in the room

Boy, I jugg, jugg, jugg (You can check my right wrist)

Everyday in the kitchen watch me flip

I can cook, I can cook, Betty Crocker

I’m a baker, got them cakes

And I serve pills like a doctor

I got prescriptions

I’m on the corner, on the corner

Fuck the corner (Man, fuck that shit)

I’m in the house servin' weed like a farmer (I’m a farmer Jon)

I got crops, I got crops, long ass crops, long ass crops

I got hoes

I got them bops

I got them bitches

Hunnid thou, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid thousand

Hunnid, hunnid

Don’t try us, we just start wildin'

$uicideboy$ with the Kirb (Kirb)

What you talkin uncertain (Uncertain)

Tryna try us

What we gon' do?

Put yo braids on the curb

No play, all day in

Okay bitch

You can try that shit

I’ll put yo face on a T-shirt today, damn