[Intro]
Ayy, part the path for the—
Picture me glidin’, Nola Plug energy
Whole Pelican State on lock, straight facts
Baton Rouge to Alexandria, Houma to Ruston
I’m that dude, doubters rattled
Phantom strap tucked, torch on deck
Let’s ride
[Chorus]
Picture me glidin’ in my midnight Escalade
SF90 XX on deck, Gemera in the cut
McLaren W1 flippin’ color shifts on I-49
Blue falcons trailin’, but I’m ghost, no slip
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
All of Louisiana poppin’—vibin’
[Verse 1]
Now picture me glidin’, from the Delta to the Piney Woods
Connect in every zip, got the pack, no interlude
Phantom piece in the console, scorcher under the dash
Torch on my waist, iron stay hushed
Doubters movin’ funny, blue falcons in they chest
I’m the Bayou shot-caller, whole state my crest
From Algiers to Slidell, I’m pushin’
Ferrari SF90 XX—gumbo red, straight cookin’
Koenigsegg Gemera posted by the cane fields
McLaren W1 slidin’ through the traffic seals
Color shifts on the body, matte to pearl like a mood
One blink swamp green, next it’s Mardi purple—smooth
Straight facts, I’m that, streets stamped in my ink
From Opelousas to Bogalusa, they all drink
Picture me glidin’
[Chorus]
Picture me glidin’ in my midnight Escalade
SF90 XX on deck, Gemera in the cut
McLaren W1 flippin’ color shifts on I-49
Blue falcons trailin’, but I’m ghost, no slip
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
All of Louisiana poppin’—vibin’
[Verse 2]
Past bid turned empire, Nola Plug in the flesh
Sippin’ Rémy with the crew, no weight, just progress
Outlaw aura, but the vault stay stacked
Dimes in the ride, we glide, no lack
Tints darker than the Calcasieu
Phantom drift the W1, let the skeptics review
They rattled when I land, funny vibes on the screen
But the connect stay concrete, never lean
From the boot heel to the Arkansas line
I’m the current, they just tide
Picture me glidin’, elevated
Touchin’ stratosphere, I’m activated
Picture me glidin’
[Chorus]
Picture me glidin’ in my midnight Escalade
SF90 XX on deck, Gemera in the cut
McLaren W1 flippin’ color shifts on I-49
Blue falcons trailin’, but I’m ghost, no slip
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
Picture me glidin’ (Glidin’)
All of Louisiana poppin’—vibin’
[Outro]
Yeah
Picture me glidin’
Statewide, no brakes
From the Gulf to the Red River
2025, we runnin’ it
Picture me glidin’
NolaPlug
