Marrero, Louisiana

[Verse 1]
Whole team winning
Dont you ever forget it
I’m wyllin' with my niggas
And for the ones who ain't make it with us
Turn up juice it got us turned up
Had a bag of kush but its all burned up
Got all my respect this shit was earned up
They never heard about us but they learned us
Straight up out that Westbank
It’s us fuck what the rest think
Haters making disses get no feedback
Too busy feeding my son for me to see that
ZG over everything believe that
Specifically ‘cause they ain't wanna believe that
I guess she ain’t like me back in high school
Heard I’m back in town now she wanna know where we at
Bitch I

[Hook]
Roll up like a old school nigga like my dad
You ain’t used to this forget them niggas that you had
I'm cruising down the street
Real slow
And where you think we going?
(Marrero)
Roll up like a old school nigga like my dad
You ain’t used to this forget them niggas that you had
I'm cruising down the street
Real slow
And where you think we going?
(Marrero)

[Verse 2]
They let us in the door now
Shit, they messed up, its ‘bout to go down
I know she got dressed up but she got tore down
I put that dick on her she ‘bout to go down
Is that my round like ‘whoa nah’?
I’m from that 504 now you know now
Codeine in a cup it got us slowed down
I’m feeling on her butt because it's so round
I’m trying to make her tap out, go four rounds
Had a couple shots but lets get more rounds
Got a couple friends well lets bring more around
And go around and go around
But please do not get violent
We don’t wanna get violent
No, no don’t get violent
‘Cause that click-clack-pow on silence
On silence, shhhh

[Hook 2]
Roll up on a nigga, pow, hit ‘em like my momma
Gotta thank the lord because my checks seeing commas
I'm cruising down the street
Real slow
And where you think we going?
(Marrero)
Roll up on a nigga, pow, hit ‘em like my momma
Gotta thank the lord because my checks seeing commas
I'm cruising down the street
Real slow
And where you think we going?
(Marrero)

[Bridge]
Westbank, yeah yeah (x4)

Sorry, I can’t wake up
Sorry, I can’t wake up
Money, it keep calling me
Money, it keep calling me

[Verse 3]
If every upcoming artist worked hard as they claimed
They would have more fame or at least some respect for your own name
I ain’t got nothing to gain, I already came from Ames
And like everybody else where I’m from we are witness to things
But some things never change
I’ll still come through that bitch like I’m back in Truman again
Still saying “fuck Mrs. Zeringue”
My girl be wanting to ride thru that bitch but I can think of better things
She don’t know this bitch like I do but ok we’ll take a swing
See where I’m from if the shots pop the cops might not get called
And the block hot and everybody see but nobody wanna get involved
Trying to stay away from the police even if you ain’t ducking no law
Don’t know who we about to fight but everybody strapped up like we going to war

[Outro]
(I’m from Marrero so-)
Don’t you ever forget it
(I’m from Marrero so I’m-)
Don’t you ever forget it
(I’m from Marrero- I’m from)
(I’m from Marrero so I’m packing that iron)