Louisiana Hot Sauce lyrics

[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 n*gga 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 b*tches always plottin' against me (f*ck 'em)
Tryna get me, but I'm straight like a shot of Henny'
n*ggas 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 n*gga (Yeah)
Who are these n*ggas?
Told that n*gga in the mirror, "You wish you was me, n*gga"
I'll shoot up these n*ggas like a movie scene, n*gga
No school degree, n*gga, but I'm schooling these n*ggas
And I sleep (Sleep), all night in that pus*y
I'ma fall right back in that pus*y, I go raw, hide in that pus*y
He gon' ride a n*gga di*k, I'ma joyride in that pus*y
She said, "Tell me it's your pus*y," and I say, "Don't lie to that pus*y"
She a fly Atlanta b*tch, knocked that Hawk out of that pus*y (Woah)
Light-skin ting, but there's a dark side to that pus*y
She gon' pop, pop that pus*y, pop the cork out of that pus*y
Got a deep, deep pus*y, gotta snorkel out of that pus*y
I'm a real n*gga for real n*ggas, I'm a real n*gga, it's real, n*gga
A lil' n*gga, but still n*gga, not a lil' n*gga, I'll steal one of your lil' n*ggas
Quiet on my ship, n*gga, you could be ten toes down
You know I'll make you heal n*gga, for real, n*gga, for real, n*gga

[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