Prompt / Lyrics
[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.
Tags
male, rap, trap, a deep, booming baritone that’s menacing, raspy, and effortlessly commanding
Duration
3:36
Instrumental
No
Created
11/4/2025