Drag 'Em to the River (Totalitarian Remix)

You did good, $lick
Finna bring this shit back to '96 (Wetto)
Northside in this bitch
Lil Wetto
Southside in this bitch (Wetto)
Sick and tired of these motherfuckers
West Bank in this bitch
Mhh respect me
East-side *59 (ay)

Heard that boy talking shit, I'ma murk his ass
Said he got guns, I don't believe his ass (fuckboy)
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, I ain't talkin' mass
Said he gon' kill who? Ha, I need a laugh (haha)

Ayy, big dog $lick $loth, northside killer
Heartbreak kid, young wet Ben Stiller ($licky)
How the fuck you chart on Billboard, but I'm still fuckin' richer?
I went platinum with no billboard, no video, no pictures

Can't give a fuck 'bout these plaques or these critics and bitches
I'm just grindin' for my fam, give my girl what she wishes (ayy)
Y'all fuck boys just buyin' toys, don't pass on my litmus
I done went broke, made it back tenfold, that's God as my witness

"Ayy, cut throat, let 'em know", still a savage motherfucker
Soulja rag in that Rolls, lookin' like Juvie in that Hummer
Number one stunner, I'm off St. Bernard with Ruby
Went to Carrollton with my shirt off, screamin' out "Bitch, who gon' shoot me?"

I grab the Uzi, I hit the huey
Eatin' a ten piece in a Benz, just another fuckin' Tuesday
Bitch, I'm too grey, I mean three grey
Fucking the game with no foreplay (North)
PD sayin' they "fuckin' with me", reminding me of what a whore would say (uh-uh)

Still fuck them hoes
Still coming down off them drug from three years ago (sheesh)
Still hoardin' most of my money, can't shake feeling broke (damn)
Who the fuck you know blew a mil' up they nose?

Yeah, they heard I found God like I still won't shoot
Baddest motherfuckin' crackers, there ain't no dispute
Fuck this whole industry, even the no names too (fuck 'em)
Let me just tell you that I hate you, there's no need to assume (grey, grey)

Feel like year 2000 and I'm Aaron Brooks
Take that fent, that brown, and show you how to cook
You brought the whole gang down, and I ain't even shook (pussy)
And I'll just stop right now 'cause I don't need a hook

I'm a *59 soldier, New Orleans stunner
Dodgin' NOPD they always out and about in the summer
I don't fuck with no New Orleans hoes, but I did when I was younger
Now I'm flyin' 'em in from out of state pick 'em up in a camo Hummer

Still off that St. Bernard exit down by the lake
Still pullin' up at Russell's just to hand out free eighth's
Still whippin' a big body, ain't slammin' brakes 'cause I'm late
Still courtside at the Pelicans game, but they won't say my name

Blanco Leopardo, I'm the 7th ward lord
The chopper never jams, but I still use it as a sword
Sneakin' into cemeteries like I pre-ordered death
I fucked my ex on a grave, a hand popped out, grabbed her neck

Yeah, my pimping done started a fuckin' zombie outbreak (yeah)
Told the devil not to wait up because I'ma be out late
Watch out for the sniper shootin' cars when you're drivin' through the East
Ballys on my feet, down here you either swim or you sink

East Bank born and raised, but I've been all over (East Bank)
Catch me uptown at the fly, I don't think I ever been there sober
Catch me downtown on the stoop, I'm usually there in October
Crossin' town in the Cullinan, I know it look like a Rover (uh)

Who dat? Who dat? I ride around with no tint
Get the gat, get the gat, under the seat is a MAC-10
I hear pop, pop, pop, pop, and I wake up sweatin' bullets
So I moved down da bayou where it ain't so fucking humid

Yeah, I'm going through it, all these motherfuckers want something from me
These bitches see I got money, that's why they gon' try and fuck me (haha, bitch)
They want a kid in they tummy, but I wrap it up like a mummy
These fucking greasy ass hoes, I keep it clean, bitch, don't touch me (ew)

So many blood suckers out here, slay 'em all like I'm Buffy
What you want from me baby? Why you bein' so fussy?
Why don't you go down to Harrah's and see if you get lucky?
If you see my granny, ask her about me, she'll say she love me

I hold it down for my people, make sure my family ain't broke
I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak
I wanna die in New Orleans, yeah, this shit ain't a joke (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Just cremate my body and then lace the blunt before you smoke

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