Magnolia lyrics

[Intro: TRAP HOUSE $CRIM]
Work!

[Verse 1: TRAP HOUSE $CRIM]
Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (What?)
Smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, b*tch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (Work!)
Just know one thing, I don't f*ck with nobody (Nah)
Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow)
Trap House $crim, b*tch, I could give a f*ck
Ridin' round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?)
Dare a motherf*cker to try and act tough (What?)
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's dyin' to light 'em up (Brrah)
Live from the land where you six feet deep
Before you even die, just standing on your feet
Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a b*tch wet
5-0-4, keep the choppa on flex

[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
b*tch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-f*cking-foreign, ayy
Gimme the blunt, b*tch, you wastin' all the weed
Pass it around, use my lungs as the storage, ayy
Pitbull in the yard, stay away from my gate
That's a motherf*cking warning, ayy
Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switchblade, ayy
Ice on my wrist, help the swelling go down from the slit
You can find me in the motherf*cking tank, ayy
Five-hunnid degrees, four dollar signs
Dial up my line, I'm on the East Bank, ayy
$uicide, left the blood from my shank
*59 Yin Yang, ayy
[Verse 3: KirbLaGoop]
Hunnid thou', hunnid thou', $uicide ($uicide)
Who you think you f*ckin' with?
You done lost yo' mind (Lost yo' mind)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! (Do-do-do-do-do)
That’s all you hear when I step in the room (Hahaha!)
Boy I jugg, jugg, jugg, you can check my right wrist (Check my wrist)
Every day in the kitchen, watch me flip (Whip, whip!)
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)
f*ck the corner (Man, f*ck that sh*t)
I’m in the house, servin' weed like a farmer (I'm a farmer John)
I got crops, I got crops, long-ass crops (long-ass crops)
And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them b*tches)
Hunnid thou', hunnid, hunnid, hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid)
Don’t try us, we just start wyling
$uicideboy$ with the Kirb (Kirb)
What you talkin'? Absurd (Absurd)
Tryna try us, what we gon' do? Put yo' brains on the curb (Woo, woo)
No play, all day in F-L-A, okay, b*tch
You can try that sh*t, I’ll put yo' face on a t-shirt today, damn