NOLA (feat. Truly Young, Love Spells, Lif3files, Drigo, JPEGMAFIA, Ameer Vann & Quadeca)
Kevin Abstract
I'ma make it worse if you wanna act up, so
What you playin' for?
I can make you jealous first
Wanna back it up
Rub it in your face
Yeah, yeah
Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some)
Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some)
Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some)
Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some)
Love that the 90's had (I could really use some)
Weed heavy, made me choke (I could really use some)
Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some)
Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could really use some)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I'ma throw-it mama (ah)
I don't penny pinch
I spend bread on all my hoes, treat 'em equally
If not, they get in that mode
She ain't wanna chill back then, now she ask to come to shows
She got a man, but she with me
She playin' games, she'll get exposed
If I was sellin' dick, she couldn't afford it
My hoe just like a call from out the country, she imported
Style me, myself and I, I don't need help, look good in Jordans
I don't politic with hoes, no back and forth, it ain't important
Know what I mean?
Out in the hills, I'm drunk as hell like Charlie Sheen
Get to LA, she wanna fuck, get in the room, take off my jeans
Say that I love her, but I love her friend, some things ain't what it seem
Do what I want, I'm, been having my way since a teen
Yeah, yeah
Niggas that won't fold up (I could really use some)
Whoop that trick, get 'em (I could really use some)
Teeth that ain't fucked up (I could really use some)
Money in a duffel bag (I could really use some)
Love that the 90's had (I could really use some)
Weed heavy, made me choke (I could really use some)
Shit, I might be out of hope (I could really use some)
Shawty wanna grip my rope, but (I could really use some)
I don't like sharin' myself, huh
I don't like sharin' myself, huh
I don't wanna share myself, huh
I only wanna share my bitch, huh
I don't like sharin' myself, huh
I don't like sharin' myself, huh
I don't wanna share myself, huh
I only wanna share my bitch, huh
Nigga, you share that bitch
Don't share no bitch, present my gifts
I couldn't even make no list, would taste those dogs
Take that bitch
I want the head, the neck, the face, lil' baby, that straight Kurt Angle
You like the feds, my jit
Don't buy what you're sellin', can't work them ankles
I'm off the perc and the addy
You drivin' that low, we pull up in a Cad'
I need a bitch with no daddy, that hoe better get it no
She throwin' that shit like I'm Manning
I catch it and, those bullets come at me
Been keeping a switch if he manic
Been bustin' your bitch while you bust down a Patek
You got a brush with death, I roll with, put your head on a canvas
I want the head, the neck, the face, lil' baby, that straight Kurt Angle
You like to my shit
Don't buy what you're sellin', can't work them angles
I want the head, the neck, the face, lil' baby, that straight Kurt Angle
Only thing I ever really wanted was a pistol
My only true regret is every shot where I missed 'em
Crackers wanna lynch me, but I'm back with the vengeance
On Yellowstone, sideways, bloody in the trenches
Babies in the trash can, money for the white folks
They just wanna see 'em bleed
Baby, what you mad for?
Only thing I wanted was some blades on the candy slabs (I could really use some)
Swimmin' in the syrup, talkin' to God while I'm smokin' loud (I could really use some)
Flyer than a feather, you won't ever see me touch the ground (I could really use some)
They don't wanna hear me, but I bet them niggas see me now (I could really use some)
Flower from the asphalt, birds made of concrete (I could really use some)
Flames from them other, send 'em to that long sleep
(Use, use, I could really use some)