Mardi Gras lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, b*tch, get up
f*ckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' sh*t up
f*ck you if you don't go wit' us, ayy, ayy
We don't discriminate, he wanna imitate
But at the end of day, soon as I wave the DE, he disintegrate
n*gga, it's over, uh, body get sent to the solar

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I'm masked up, Mardi Gras like it's NOLA
Pull up, got sticks in both hands like controllers
At yo' door late at night like October
Let me find out where these f*ck n*ggas post up
He catch a pellet for putting that post up (Grrah)
Put that Glock to his heart and he broke up, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, b*tch, get up
f*ckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' sh*t up

[Verse 2]
I'm in a Porsche and I'm backing that sh*t up
I catch a opp, leave his ass snoring, he slipped up
Make 'em dance, put the Glock to his feet like glass slipper
With that Jocc on my right arm, I feel like that n*gga
He want smoke, tell 'em right on, lets get it my n*gga, ayy
f*ck it, I'm in it too deep, we in it to eat
n*ggas miniature league on the internet sweet
Always sending the tweets
John Gotti, when I'm with the shotty
New TEC it's possessive it get in yo' body
Clip big like Texas it came outta Dallas
I pick that sh*t up and then press like a stylus
n*gga f*ckin' with Yac must be wylin'
Get shot up in traffic on road just like island
sh*t get too violent, I take off the silence
Everybody 'round here them shots like a siren
Ayy, doot-doot-doot-doot, three round burst it hit you and you
f*ck a hearse, we don't know what to do with dude
f*ck a casket, he cut in half, sh*t is unusual
[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, b*tch, get up
f*ckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' sh*t up
f*ck you if you don't go wit' us, ayy, ayy
We don't discriminate, he wanna imitate
But at the end of day, soon as I wave the DE, he disintegrate
n*gga, it's over, uh, body get sent to the solar

[Verse 3]
I shoot a n*gga then roll up
f*ck I look like feeling guilty, b*tch, so what?
You ain't grow up how I growed up
You don't throw up the same four that I throw up
Empty that four at yo' throat, watch you throw up
It's too much blood for yo' clothes to just soak up
I need the bread, bring the heat for that cold cut
Give me the neck then the Tech in that order
I need some head then some red gettin' poured up
n*ggas be secretly snitching the jigs up
Yeah, that sh*t hurt when they switch up
n*ggas be thinking the gang do not know but
Coughing up info, I hope n*ggas choke up
Grab the extendo and watch that boy float up, brrt
[Instrumental Outro]