NOLA remix

(Black & Gold bounce meets trap second-line – 808s hit like brass band drums, horns stab on the hook)
[Intro – Crowd Chant]
Who dat? Who dat?
I put on, I put on, I put on
Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
[Hook – Stadium Energy]
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Black and gold to the Super Bowl – LET’S GO!
(x2 – crowd roars on the drop)
[Verse 1 – K. Gates x NOLA Hamilton]
They see me on Claiborne, black & gold on some other shit (Geaux!)
Hellcat purrin’ like a second line, Saints flag on the whip (Skrrt!)
FN on my hip, Dome bodyguard, no cap
Ninth Ward royalty – crown in the curb, Who Dat on the hat
What’s harder than a crawfish shell? Bricks in the Super 8
Second line buffet – come get it, we celebratin’ great
Eighteen-wheeler scales just to weigh the load
Trap house bussin’ like the Dome when we overload
Taysom Hill throwin’ dimes, QB-WR-TE-RB wild
Alvin Kamara in the cut, redbone curls like curly fries in her hair
AKs, HKs – need a gun club card
But the D-line comin’ harder – Cam Jordan, they barge
Foreign bitch purrin’, Creole rizz on go
Hundred-dollar rain – Mardi Gras in the end zone flow
[Pre-Chorus – Call & Response]
Crowd: Who dat? Who dat?
Me: I put on for NOLA!
Crowd: Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
Me: NOT TODAY!
[Chorus – Full Stadium]
I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA
Who Dat, Who Dat – black and gold forever
Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)
Put on (East), put on – Geaux Saints, let’s go!
(x2 – brass hits, 808s bounce like a second line)
[Verse 2 – Trench to the Dome]
Ridin’ high as the Superdome roof, second line stickers too
I put on for the wards way before the contracts flew
Trench star, step back – might catch a Who Dat chant
Rap star, no strap – still shinin’ like the Lombardi in my hand
Call the plug Brain Stacks, get your chains back
Courtroom scream my name, still black & gold on they ass
Mardi Gras in the yard, I am him, bet
NOLA raised a king – crown forged in the set
From the 17th to the Garden District, we reppin’
Even through Katrina, we never second-guessin’
Now we Super Bowl bound, the whole world watchin’
Black and gold risin’, haters keep talkin’
Demario Davis lead the charge, Carl Granderson stuffin’
Runnin’ backs for loss – we bluffin’, no one comin’
To the Dome on a Sunday unless you ready to get done in
By the Who Dat Nation – we winnin’!
[Bridge – Slow Build, Brass Swells]
Still niggas owe me checks, still opps owe me reps
Katrina stress on my chest, but the Saints gave me breath
Lost the girl who knew me before the flex
But the Dome lights heal – peace in the black & gold vest
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
Who Dat Nation – crown on the stoop
[Final Chorus – Explosion]
Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat
I put on for NOLA – Super Bowl or bust!
Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
NOT US!

male, rap, trap, a deep, booming baritone bounce music, raspy, slower and commanding