West End (ft Germ)

Ay, slick it’s yo conscience
See you building up violence
You itching to murder, itching to merk ‘em
You know what I gotta say

Kill ‘em all and get locked away
Kill yourself and just end this pain
You gonna burn in hell anyways
F-fuck the preachers and what they say

Grip the A to the K and and then let it spray
Grip the mac and just go insane
Grab a bitch fuck her once and don’t ever call
Get that money and then you say fuck and we ball

They don’t want you to win just always fall
But I’m torn tourin’ for spring, summer, and the fall
Wake up and pop me an Adderall
Wake up and pop me two Adderall
Got the sticks and we don’t let that ladder fall

Back in New Orleans
Back in the rat trap
Always storming in the spring time
7th ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in

Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes
Don’t let the whore in
Bitch I’m recording
Red light

Ruby with a groupie when he touring in the foreign
But when he in the 7th the lonely lord is reborn to his final form
Heart stops like a red light
Lead pipe

Bash in my skull
Smoke a rock of crack
Glass in my gallbladder
Cock it back

Headlights
Eye contacts very important when you driving around in a storm
Riding in a corvette in the 7th ward with the 7th ward lord

The blood has been poured on the mud
Now we gorge on the flood
Lit the torch with a rub yeah

Ran up on ya
Druggin’
Slowly shoving perkys in my mouth
Told you I’m losing it

Clutching the chopper
Bitch ready to eat some shit
Catch me in traffic serving and bad decisions
Packs of bitches

Fuck I love ‘em
Fuck ‘em duck ‘em
Bitch I’m running through bodies of oppositions
Taking my position is not existent

Bitch I do this of misfits
Kicking shit over
Out of order
Lurkin’

Droppin’ bombs where your city is
Respect for nobody
No fair ones I’m calling it now
Not fucking around with

I load the trey-five-seven
Let you underground
Whippin’ the rover in boulder

I’m smokin’ the finest
While your sweetheart
Handle my bic like a thief in the night