CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : El Guerro

In New Orleans, murder make you popular
You murder a few people, the women gonna love you
That's crazy, it sounds crazy, it is crazy. But, that's New Orleans
Everybody wanna be attached to something
Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha

Creeping out the back with my knife tucked
Sharpened up to slash, leave a gash in your f*cking guts
Hanging off the bridge, broken limbs, neck broke and crack
OG Lil Slick, life shit, bury me in black
I'm picking it up and running, steady gunning from all of the f*cking 5-0
Gunning, stunning, sonning, I die for my brothers
Better run for cover when I turn to the f*cking serpent
Neck jerking, one eye cracked behind the curtain, so f*cking worthless
Let it resonate, don't hesitate
Chaos, I create
Born to burn in place
Fix your motherf*cking face (Yeah)
Got a bitch in the back, got a bitch in the front
One won't stop complaining, the other rolling a blunt
Gold fronts, bitch, I'm shining, driver seat a recliner
Designing life at my fingers
Stunna, baby, big timer, juggle the world in my palm
I palm pilot a storm, I call the locust to swarm, bitch
Coming with a gun and my body, becoming everything I wasn't
f*ck, f*cking with the gang, put a bullet in your face
No trace, no chase, leave it, no case
Young Christ, disgrace, six foot grave
Devil songs, demonic praise
In a haze, I think I'm crazed
Spot my prey and then I slay

Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
Riding round town with the chopper
f*ck the law, cocking on a copper
Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka
Nose dust white from the cocaine
Running around life with a blown brain
Insane motherf*cker, light the butane
Burn it down 'til it's just ash and flames
Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains
Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain

Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
Riding round town with a chopper
f*ck the law, cocking on a copper
Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka
Nose dust white from the cocaine
Running around life with a blown brain
Insane motherf*cker, light the butane
Burn it down 'til it's just ash and flames
Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains
Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain