Magnolia (Freestyle)

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Uh

In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock

She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt

Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked

Yeah, Stunna number blocked

This New Orleans milly rock

Let 'em milly rock

Me and woe don't really rock

Evidently not, brrrr

Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC

In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks

I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox

I did a show with Ja

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot

Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock

They threw me in the box, eight months tops

Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped

Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop

The bitches' drawers gon' drop

And then the calls gon' drop

Hello?

I ball too hard, they flop, woah

And all of these bitches got ass

How did they get it so fast?

They ain't have that in the past, I still smash

In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs

M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia

But Tunechi still a soldier

And rest in peace to Soulja

'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

And I, fuck, these, hoes

If, I, don't, doze

Off, on, that drank

If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame

Weed, stank, it better be the only thing

Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game

All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter

The fireman and fire starter, need water

Woo, all of your bitches, they poo

All of my bitches, they're new

They got more bitches than you

All of these hoes in cahoots

But my bitch keep me in the loop

She blow me like hot Campbell's soup

My woadies come out like a troop

Innocent bystander, oops

Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits

I'm in a pineapple coupe

Passin' you up like juke

Turnin' heads like a screw

Give that ho a tip

Enough to buy a whip

Give that ho some sip

She fall asleep, I dip

I'm rich, bitch

Money, Mitch

What's in that, bag?

14, bricks

You got 14 bricks in that bag?

Used to, used to drive a Masi'

Used to be locked up

With the dude that stalked Ashanti

Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes

That caught them bodies

Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty

Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley

I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey

It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, Truckfit to the socks

OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh uh

Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh uh

It's the, it's the Roc, uh

Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah

I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah

I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier

And rest in peace to Soulja

'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah