Whips and Thick

(Intro – 50 Cent style, expanded)
Go shawty, it’s Mardi Gras in NOLA,
Bourbon poppin’, voodoo shoppin’, I’m the GOAT, no cap!
I am him, rizz on a billion, op can’t see me,
Cat’s Meow stage, thick thang sangin’, “Baby, come be free!”
Mask on my face, feathers in the air,
Superdome lit, Krewe of Endymion—million-dollar flair!
Crawfish sacks, daiquiri slush, hand grenade glow,
I’m the king of Carnival, watch the whole parade flow!
(Hook – In Da Club x Speed & Curves)
We in da club? Nah, we on Bourbon, beads in the air,
Maserati purrin’, McLaren swervin’, candy paint so rare!
She thick, bussin’ out the corset, hips like my spider,
Zero to a hunnid, blood pumpin’, take her on a rider!
I never want it to stop—Mardi Gras forever pop,
Lambos on Canal, voodoo dolls, make the whole block drop!
Love my cars like my women, million-dollar dreams I’m livin’,
NOLA king, I am him, Mardi Gras—we keep winnin’!
(Verse 1 – 50 Cent flow, expanded)
Float game crazy, Krewe of Bacchus, I’m the grand marshal,
McLaren spider, top off, diamonds drip like a carnival.
She a voodoo priestess, eyes sparkle, curves hypnotic,
Latina-Asian blaze, waist snatched, but that ass exotic.
Cat’s Meow karaoke, she on stage, “Sweet Caroline,”
I throw a dub of beads, she catch ‘em with that rizz of mine.
Bourbon Street wetter than my paint, no it never dry,
Cops can’t catch the whip, I’m ghost—bet, I’m that guy!
Second line brass band, tuba bumpin’ like 808s,
She twerk on the float, doubloons rain, I elevate.
Marie Laveau vibes, gris-gris bag in the glove box,
Thick thighs save lives, got me stuck like a roadblock.
(Pre-Chook)
Zero to a hunnid, feel the rush, second line brass,
She grippin’ the roll bar, thick thighs, make the time pass.
Voodoo on the dash, gris-gris for the ops,
NOLA nights, we ignite—Mardi Gras never stops!
(Hook)
We in da club? Nah, we on Bourbon, beads in the air,
Maserati purrin’, McLaren swervin’, candy paint so rare!
She thick, bussin’ out the corset, hips like my spider,
Zero to a hunnid, blood pumpin’, take her on a rider!
I never want it to stop—Mardi Gras forever pop,
Lambos on Canal, voodoo dolls, make the whole block drop!
Love my cars like my women, million-dollar dreams I’m livin’,
NOLA king, I am him, Mardi Gras—we keep winnin’!
(Verse 2 – Speed & Curves energy, expanded)
Zydeco bumpin’, crawfish boilin’, king cake on the dash,
She feed me the baby, say “Good luck,” then we smash.
Platinum fangs, diamond chains, swing like a parade,
Her lips like spoilers—grip tight, never fade.
I’m the GOAT on the float, doubloons rain, I’m him,
Thick queen on my lap, voodoo tat, no cap, I win.
From the Quarter to the Garden District, whips do the dash,
Parachute? Nah, I need more gas—life too fast!
St. Charles Ave lined with oaks, my Lambo glide like a ghost,

male, rap, trap, a deep, booming baritone that’s menacing, raspy, and effortlessly commanding