Six Lines, Two Dragons, and a Messiah
Shakewell, $uicideBoy$
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st- (two to beam up, Scotty)
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (it's a SMASH)
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (Northside, who?)
Vampin' to the st- (Northside, what?)
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily (Northside, who?)
Vampin' to the st- (Northside, what?)
Huh, born from the slums
Cut from the womb had dope in my lungs
28 grams if I wanna feel buzzed
28 Xans if I wanna feel numb
Fucked in the head, edge of my bed
Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead
If they wan' play, got the gang on the way
Dial 3-3-3 for the God of the Grey
F to the I to the V to the E
To the N to the I to the N to the E
I'ma K to the I to the L to the L
E-V-E-R-Y thing around me
Turn the whip to a hearse, turn the Glock in the dirt
Ash Wednesday, into dust, then return
When they gon' learn 'bout fucking with titty
Put 'em in the urn, roll 'em up in a Philly
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
S-H-A-M-E-L-E double S
Dollar sign uicide, tell me who we smoking next
Gotta hellpup with a drum, better fall back
Got a big chop rolled up with a opp pack
Drawn first blood bitch I aim for the head
Five times out of five, .59 leave 'em dead
Gonna get mine first, ain't no need for revenge
When I shoot it's to kill, you would think I'm a vet
Come my trigger finger itching, I'm itchy, the killer instinct
Justin Timber twinny Glock, all of my bullets NSYNC
Hit 'em with the left right, switchin' gears, lead pipe
Oh, he know do kung fu? 5.7 dead rights
Dead lights, Pennywise, oh you just a clown huh
Ground up, mixing the blood, now he defeated from the ground up
Straight out the mud, that's how we did it
We the founders, drown in the flood that we created
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st- (Seventh Ward)
Throw them three's up
59 my gang sign
Slide in the Range like keep up
All white on the inside, outside that bitch keyed up
Scratching my nose like I'm trackin' the snow
Bitch, I'm cooler than Frieza
Red dot made his head pop, now he just a dead opp
Bitch I want smoke, Ruby the tyrant
Now sit back and laugh while I make it rain ash
Got a blade to your throat
Ruby the silent won't say a word just carve my name in your back
Spit up blood as you choke
Ruby so violent got choppas and ARs
I'm 'bout to turn your fucking clique into ghosts
Ruby defiant, my whole fucking goal is to blow up the globe
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Vampin' to the st-
Written by: Andrew Edward Adolph, Aristos Petrou, Scott ArceneauxLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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