"Louisiana" lyrics

(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

Back in the day, I couldn't have that
All these bitches sayin' I ain't shit, ho, where your dad at?
How you got a nigga, but you bitch? Girl, what you mad at?
You probably'll stop it, I come over, try to grab that
'Cause I'm like that, fours, right back, woes
Icy, clothes from the top down to the bottom
All the Pradas in my closet, that ain't shit, I probably got 'em
Got me ridin' down his block, do it again until we spot him, got him

Creep down on him, now you slidin' with me
Don't you try to get in my business 'less you sidin' with me
We got fully-automatics, we gon' ride with them poles
I pulled up on him, he took it, put it right up his nose, I
Creep down on him, now you slidin' with me
Don't you try to get in my business 'less you sidin' with me
We got fully-automatics, we gon' ride with them poles
I pulled up on him, he took it, put it right up his nose, I

Uh, I
Put it right up his nose, I
I
Put it right up his nose, I

What it is? Leave my money to my kids
I'll just probably be off meds, just vibin' in my head
Them 7.62s goin' to hit you, vibin' with the red
Wanna hear you one more time 'cause I just don't know what you said
Been this way since I was 5'2"
Back to back, we spinnin', now them niggas gotta hide you
Me, I'm the lieutenant, ain't no way that I can fire you
Bitch wan' get dropped off, but I don't take them like I got to
Like ain't no reason I do
Daddy gone, don't know what's wrong, tryna put my pain on the beat
Fuck it, it's me all alone, probably put ho on the leash
Baby don't fuck with Patrón, try to put money on the seat
Fakin' what she tryna be, ridin' with it on the seat

Creep down on him, now you slidin' with me
Don't you try to get in my business 'less you sidin' with me
We got fully-automatics, we gon' ride with them poles
I pulled up on him, he took it, put it right up his nose, I

Uh, I
Put it right up his nose, I
I
Put it right up his nose, I