Lacombe

Lacombe (Fucking [?] uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Rolling backwoods in the back of the woods Bitch, I'm back, light the woods Never looking back Bitch, I'm good I be that 7th Ward Lord With them 7-4 swords cutting seven foreign whores, ho Me and Smurf got a fuc*** problem Slick took too much Neurontin Now his fuc*** head is throbbing Feeling wavy like the fuc*** coast Popped one then gave two to Ghoste Grey the suicidal host I'm smoking dope ay bitch you know that I'm that fuc*** junkie Bitches tryna f*** me Lucky if I let 'em suck me Smoking Cadillac dope in a berry leaf Laying in the cut I promise you won't even see Selling indica lil' boy I got it for the cheap If I get it for the two you get it for the three Every time I hit the scene these hoes is all on me Every time I'm sipping lean I usually got it free (Damn, damn) It's Hustle til I die I chase the cheese like Chester Cheeto There's so much heat I stick your finger But dare you to play the stick-up? Play the robber at the druggie? Yo' body they gotta pick up Shawty official Used to being hustled to get your chips up Who's to say I'm the villain no pistol check on me, only fists up My ten pack of gorilla with bullets the size of missiles My pimp hand Come to my Hustle family it's over I blow the whistle