French Quarter Lyrics

Ima product of my environment

Grew up with niggas that was jackin' body rocking shit

Some turnt snake some went state it was all type of shit

I ain't trippin' I got a solid few I started wit

It must be sumn' in da water cause we all fucked up

Screaming fuck the other side you try me and get touched

A nigga hit at me and missed some might call that luck

I'm God bodied catch a body leave ya star struck kiting out for them laws come

Na the job done

When it come to gwap you ain't got none

What's wrong with cha?

If that's yo homie he get domed with cha

Think ima hoe you got the wrong nigga

Catch you in traffic pimp ya ride tools I ain't talking Xzibit

I know you ain't wit it

Really eat or get ate in my city

You gotta watch ya close friends it ain't no hard feelings

When fake love get exposed it's gon hit different

Show me any signs I can't fuck with cha

I ain't forget yeah I remember, they ain't want see me get figures

Na I'm running it up thinking G5 with my niggas

One man army ima g that's 9G on a nigga

I'm in my own fuckin lane ion compete with these niggas

I ain't gotta do too much for em to be in my business

Feelin' like Master P and Herbo stepping in wit

No Limit

Never slipped on my pivot

Always had a vision

Vision clear talkin' vivid

I'm the nigga you mimic

Feelin' undefeated

I'm million dollar dreamin'

Gotta spend racks in Neiman

Mark em' til we get even

I talk my shit so well they bump my shit then go repeat it

Yea they hold they and they gon hate that's why they pockets greedy

Uh

But they ain't full nun they empty

Up the clip out my jeans if I wake up feeling evil

Watching niggas play catch up while I do numbers like visa

Me and my scrilla can't come in between it I'm benji feigning