Magnolia lyrics

[Verse 1: Trap House $crim]
Work, ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (What?)
Smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, b*tch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (Work)
Just know one thing, I don't f*ck with nobody (Nah)
Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow)
Trap House $crim, b*tch, I could give a f*ck
Ridin' 'round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?)
Dare a motherf*cker to try and act tough (What?)
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherf*ckers that's dyin' to light 'em up (Grrah)
Live from the land where you six feet deep
Before you even die, just standin' on your feet
Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a b*tch wet
5-0-4, keep the choppa on flex

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord]
b*tch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-f*cking-foreign, ayy
Gimme the blunt, b*tch, you wastin' all the weed
Pass it 'round, use my lungs as the storage, ayy
Pitbull in the yard, stay away from my gate
That's a motherf*cking warnin', ayy
Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switchblade, ayy
Ice on my wrist, help the swellin' go down from the slit
You can find me in the motherf*cking tank, ayy
Five-hunnid degrees, four dollar signs
Dial up my line, I'm on the East Bank, ayy (Brr, brr)
Suicide, left the blood from my shank
*59 Yin Yang, ayy
[Verse 3: KirbLaGoop]
Hunnid thou', hunnid thou', suicide (Suicide)
Who you think you f*ckin' with? You done lost your mind (You done lost your mind)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh)
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 (Yeah, yeah)
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), f*ck the corner (Man, f*ck that sh*t)
I'm in the house, servin' weed like a farmer (I'm a farmer John)
I got crops (I got crops), long-ass crops (Long-ass crops)
And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them b*tches)
Hunnid thou', hunnid, hunnid, hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid)
Don't try us, we just start wylin' (Uh-uh)
$uicideboy$ with the Kirb (Kirb), what you talkin'? Absurd (Absurd)
Tryna try us, what we gon' do? Put your brains on the curb (Woo, woo)
No play, all day in F-L-A (Don't play, b*tch)
You can try that sh*t, I'll put your face on a t-shirt today, damn