[Intro:]
I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
[Verse 1:]
They see me on Claiborne, say “He on some other shit” (Aye!)
Send them opp niggas duckin’ straight back to the mothership (Skrrt!)
I’m in the Hellcat, NASA on the dash, bet
FN on my hip, that’s the ward bodyguard, no cap
I am him—Ninth Ward royalty, crown in the curb
Weave look like ramen, but the wrist look superb
What’s harder than a crawfish shell? Bricks in the Super 8
If you want it, come get it—second line buffet, super straight
Eighteen-wheeler scales just to weigh the load
Trap house bussin’, turn the block to a road
Foreign bitch purrin’, Creole rizz on go
Hundred-dollar rain, week-long hurricane flow
AKs, HKs, I need a gun club card
Big wheels, big straps, NOLA life super-sized
Passenger a redbone, curls look like curly fries
Inside gumbo roux, outside hot sauce
Pocket full of celery, she know what I’m tellin’ her
Blowin’ on that za-za, realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin’ to that bounce beat, realest shit I ever spoke
They know I got that broccoli, Glock stay on me
Don’t get caught slippin’ comin’ from the 17th
Call me NOLA Hamilton, flyin’ down St. Bernard
So fresh, so clean, Karl Kani’s lookin’ like watermelon
[Chorus:]
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on—let’s go!
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on—let’s go!
[Verse 2:]
Ridin’ high as hell, second line stickers too, no cap
I put on for the wards way before the contracts
Trench star, step back—might catch a contact
Rap star, no strap—might get your chain snatched
Call the plug Brain Stacks, get your chains back
Courtroom scream my name, still shinin’ on they ass
Mardi Gras in the yard, I am him, bet
NOLA raised a king, crown forged in the set
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on—let’s go!
[Verse 3:]
Still niggas owe me checks, still shorties owe me sex
Still opps owe me reps, Katrina stress on my chest
Lost the only girl knew me before the flex
Money and the fame, but peace still on the shelf
Jesus piece on the chain, but the pain don’t melt
Need a Russell niece just to feel somethin’ else
On the cross, in the trap, I put on for the boot
I am him—NOLA royalty, crown in the stoop
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on—let’s go!
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on—let’s go!
[Outro:]
No cap… bussin’… bet.
I am him.
NOLA forever.
NolaPlug
