Corner Boy P (Fendi P) - New Warleans lyrics

b**h I am a soldier (soldier) Don't say I ain't told ya (I tried) Hundred in my chopper, you can get caught, nice to know ya Still f**ing with cocoa (cocoa) Hi-Tek in the soda I'm still in the field, f** 'round with me, get found slumped over, n***a I just flew in Sonya, she from Minnesota Must be something in the air, 'cause that b**h head game is the coldest (coldest) Riding 'round, in Rovers (swervin') My trap, it stay open (boomin') 40 ain't got no safety (no safety) You f** n***as ain't safe, hold up I was young and reckless (reckless) Had guns under my mattress (yeah) But now I'm just a maniac, pull up on you in traffic I was juggin' out my mind, on how she pulled it out it Moved my shop across the highway had it figured out Now I got diamonds on my necklace (shining) Rolley's face baguetted Doing donuts ain't no breakfast So what I want, n***a, they let me, n***a Don't pop sh** 'bout me 'less you want to feel some heat I got some n***as, that gon' slide for me on any street 'Cause n***a this is New Warleans It's 400 hundred degrees My side the wild wild east, down in [?] I was eating sushi with this bad b**h in the Bahamas I don't eat no f**ing sushi, but on god that b**h was stylish Thank you Rick Owens for Raf n***a do the math Wack you for the plug and I ain't got to pay him back Was a no brainer for me, hoe 36 a key Push start the car, ain't seen the keys in 'bout a week Play boy your b**h her mind is reckless Facetime'ing and texting Say you just a f** n***a, she don't want to lay next to To keep it real my n***a, I can't blame the b**h But next time you pillow talk, gon' be some gangster sh** I pull up, hop out myself Don't need nobody else But you gon' need some help Or it might be too late A thrill to see that priceless look that's on his face Over that money, tie you mother up on Mother's Day f** em