[Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Players never die
I got corners in Gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobby Brown
(You did good, $lick)
Never been on trial 'cause the bodies wasn’t ever found
(It's a Smash)
Tippin' to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
One less snitch in the gang, that’s a net gain
[Verse 1: Wetto]
It's the pimp player, money maker, body layer, say a prayer
Hoe stacking, pistol packing, white boy with the permed hair
Choppa sprizzay, what the biz say, I just brought a cold front
To the sizzouth, gold mizzouth, iced out like a store front
$lick spit that mack shit, make the track hit
Ain't no time for a whack bitch, unless the mouth sick
Face down in the mattress, make that back dip
Make her fuck like an actress in a porno flick
Riding off in a Benz thang, took off with no trace
Psychopathic with that nine, mane, I might catch a case
Mask on, or the mask off, it don't make no difference
'Cause I slide with them (killas) mane, they don't leave a witness
Heard you tipping to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane
Leave him dead, mane, save his boys some head pain
One less snitch in the gang, that's a net gain
Bet, mane, heard it was that Anna you was checking for (North, northside)
Ruger, choppa, semi, what the fuck I need a vest for? (North, northside)
Had them hoes tweaking like a despo (North, northside)
Smoking on that blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go (North, northside)
Damn bro, Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp (North, northside)
Never simp, bring your beef to God because I'm heaven sent (North, northside)
Talk that playa’ shit, hoes they circumvent (North, northside)
Shoutout Project Pat, mista don’t play and I been learning since (North, northside)
[Chorus: Wetto]
I get high off that motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Wetto ride like a motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that- (Killa)
[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Bitch I'm Angola bound, going down to the southside of the lake
Riding ’round town, plotting on whose shit I'm 'bout to take
If it's fake, I’ma sell it, if it's real, I'ma sell it
Outside of the Lexus, forest green, I know you jealous
Born a warlord out the Ward of the 7th
All these deadly sins, I think the fifth made me a felon
Begging for Armageddon, I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven
Bitch, I ain't stressing
Pimp a bitch just because, Blanco never need a reason, hoe
Never tell these hoes a secret, unless you want it leakin', hoe
Seen a ghost, but I was puffin' piff up in the mirror, you want smoke?
Fit you in a coffin, then I'll say it clearer
I got corners in Gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobby Brown
Never been on trial 'cause the bodies wasn't ever found
That's how we do 'em down south, bayou style
Feed the gators when them rats start running wild, tryna bite my style
I-I-I got skulls floating in the swamp (7th, 7th Ward)
I got bones covered up in moss (7th, 7th Ward)
Blanco burning up a fucking cross (7th, 7th Ward)
All my demons know who's fucking boss (7th, 7th Ward)
(Ooweeoo, who are you?) Ruby Rougarou (7th, 7th Ward)
Holla' "hooty-hoo!" when you see them boys in baby blue (7th, 7th Ward)
(Ooweeoo, who are you?) Bla-Bla-Blanco in a coupe (7th, 7th Ward)
Uzi out the roof, raining bullets, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew (7th, 7th Ward)
[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
I get high off that motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Blanco ride like a motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that (Killa)
[Outro]
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
