Lil Wayne – Magnolia (Freestyle)

Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Ain’t tryin’ might find out your fruits
If, I, don’t, doze
14, bricks
And all of these bitches got ass
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

Turnin’ heads like a screw
Enough to buy a whip
Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Evidently not, brrrr
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
How did they get it so fast?
I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
I did a show with Ja
I’m in a pineapple coupe
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
And I, fuck, these, hoes
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
This New Orleans milly rock
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs In L.A.
Innocent bystander, oops
Give that ho a tip
[Verse 1]
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Off, on, that drank

Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
She runnin’ from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Yeah, Stunna number block
Passin’ you up like juke
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped

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

Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
I’m rich, bitch
Me and woe don’t really rock
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
Tell your bitch I’m Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Give that ho some sip
[Verse 2]

My woadies come out like a troop
What’s in that, bag?
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Let ’em milly rock
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She fall asleep, I dip
Tell them bitches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeah
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
They got more bitches than you
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
Money, Mitch
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
All of my bitches, they’re new
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing