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Amuse - Mardi Gras Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, bitch, get up
Fuckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' shit up
Fuck you if you don't go wit' us, ayy, ayy
We don't discriminate, he wanna imitate
But at the end of day, soon as I wave the DE, he disintegrate
Nigga, it's over, uh, body get sent to the solar

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm masked up, Mardi Gras like it's NOLA
Pull up, got sticks in both hands like controllers
At yo' door late at night like October
Let me find out where these fuck niggas post up
He catch a pellet for putting that post up (Grrah)
Put that Glock to his heart and he broke up, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, bitch, get up
Fuckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' shit up

[Verse 2]
I'm in a Porsche and I'm backing that shit up
I catch a opp, leave his ass snoring, he slipped up
Make 'em dance, put the Glock to his feet like glass slipper
With that Jocc on my right arm, I feel like that nigga
He want smoke, tell 'em right on, lets get it my nigga, ayy
Fuck it, I'm in it too deep, we in it to eat
Niggas miniature league on the internet sweet
Always sending the tweets
John Gotti, when I'm with the shotty
New TEC it's possessive it get in yo' body
Clip big like Texas it came outta Dallas
I pick that shit up and then press like a stylus
Nigga fuckin' with Yac must be wylin'
Get shot up in traffic on road just like island
Shit get too violent, I take off the silence
Everybody 'round here them shots like a siren
Ayy, doot-doot-doot-doot, three round burst it hit you and you
Fuck a hearse, we don't know what to do with dude
Fuck a casket, he cut in half, shit is unusual
[Chorus]
Ayy, get up, bitch, get up
Fuckin' with gang probably get yo' ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo' chest like a hiccup
Hit up the morgue and they bagging yo' shit up
Fuck you if you don't go wit' us, ayy, ayy
We don't discriminate, he wanna imitate
But at the end of day, soon as I wave the DE, he disintegrate
Nigga, it's over, uh, body get sent to the solar

[Verse 3]
I shoot a nigga then roll up
Fuck I look like feeling guilty, bitch, so what?
You ain't grow up how I growed up
You don't throw up the same four that I throw up
Empty that four at yo' throat, watch you throw up
It's too much blood for yo' clothes to just soak up
I need the bread, bring the heat for that cold cut
Give me the neck then the Tech in that order
I need some head then some red gettin' poured up
Niggas be secretly snitching the jigs up
Yeah, that shit hurt when they switch up
Niggas be thinking the gang do not know but
Coughing up info, I hope niggas choke up
Grab the extendo and watch that boy float up, brrt
[Instrumental Outro]