New Orleans Magic lyrics

This is the archetypal rock sound
Okay this really ain't no rock sh*t but um, hmh ahh let go
Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac, shoot a n*gga up until his whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
Cause you talk sh*t I get hit and walk it off like f*ck dat
Then I just spit like barkin' dogs call it buzz back
Attitude like f*ck 'em all
And I'm greasy and your boyfriend is a butterball
Was geezy, I mean what's good b*tch is you blind
Check my watch bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where M.I.A. at, I get pus*y everytime I say dat
In the game room I don't play dat
b*tch n*gga get laid down where he lay at
AK at ya front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore
Coupe with a b*tch low
Who but you slick po'
I'm tired of the south so ya mouth where the di*k go
O.k., they like when I say dat huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land baby I own a land mine
So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anne Klein
Weezy F. ans the F is for franchise
You lookin' at me is like you lookin' through ant eyes
Young money can't die, b*tch we like Hanc*ck
Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock?
I turn yo beef into a hamhock
Then I put it in a pan pie
Shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you sayin stop
I hear Nina sayin' pop
I hear Choppa' sayin' chop
I hear n*ggas screamin' and sh*t like I say holla at ya boy b*tch
But holla at ya boy b*tch
I'm the boy b*tch
Not ya boy b*tch
Cause ya boy a b*tch
Yeah
Young Moolah crazy!