(Intro) It's 2022 I can't be swinging at no nigga while using Hand for hoes counting money and pulling triggers All these Katrina babies they grew up and turn to killers Heard they still pulling bodies from out the Mississippi River wildin' on percs and wickers NBR They call them jiggers shoutout to kiddy and jigga My lil brothers. Ya the real ones, ain't scared of No police, but I still fear them Does that make sense? Get two fucks about them people I'm more worried about who snitch put a RICO on Mitch He got a quarter birdy hit I'm trying to get his QB sack Fuck that cinna place All I hang with is gangsters I swear I need some better friends Why the industry scared of me Now they don't want to let me in Camouflage down like yellow G I'm on that soulja shit Got to give it to em raw Rest in peace to Soulja Slim In my city we say Ya heard me! But ain't nobody listening Switches used to be for ass whippers Now they are on back of Glizzies In my city we said, Wassam But they don't know what's up It could mean two things hello Or go and get your gun Bitch in out the nine Where they don't mind dying Where they live a life a crime Because there aint no jobs hiring Had a talk with lil bear Trying to stop him from wildin' He a Y-N-L-V Young Nigga Living Violent Loud niggas won't be seen Real hitters moving in silence Mouth running like water We can see you aint solid All that flexing on the gram We trying to see what you on We gonna apple tag his car Ain't going to follow him home His bitch test my car cargo, that means he home alone Just another episode of when stunting goes wrong All that shit come with the game Bullets ain't got no name Knock your soul clean out of your body like Dr. Strange Them choppers starts to sing like an RNB challenge Can't be getting all that bread Without a couple of beef patties If I ever front you something Better be coming back with How I aint wanna hear No excuses Like see what that happened I can't kick it with you niggas I ain't no Kung Fu master I'm bout it bout it I ain't just no good ass rapper You know you can't trust a nigga When they left hand dab you I'm from the N.O big. Letters Bitch, the murder capital! In my city we say, You heard me! But ain't no one listening Switches used to be for ass whippers Now they on glizzers In my city we said Wassam But they don't know what's up It can mean two things hello Or go and get your gun Kidd nigga Rest in peace, Soulja Slim Uptown downtown you heard me You know what's good with it you heard me Shout out to that East ya dig Shout out to that west bank ya'll heard me Shout out to Marrero you know what it is ya dig Shout out to killer city nigga, fuck you mean yeah My whole city Maaaazannt 9th ward (Outro)