$uicideboy$, KirbLaGoop - Magnolia lyrics

Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint
(What?) smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, bitch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud
(What?)
Just know one thing, I don't fuck with nobody
(Nah) case full of shells
With a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow)
Trap House $crim, bitch, I could give a fuck
Ridin' round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?)
Dare a motherfucker to try and act tough
(What?)
Hunnid motherfuckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherfuckers 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 bitch wet
504, keep the choppa on flex

Bitch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-fucking-foreign
Ayy gimme the blunt, bitch
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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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

Hunnid thou', hunnid thou', $uicide, $uicide
Who you think you fuckin' 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
(Ha ha ha) 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 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)
And 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 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 FLA, okay, bitch
You can try that shit, I’ll put
Yo' face on a t-shirt today, damn