[Lil Keed] I´m fuckin´ hoes, off rip Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi´ wheels My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M´s You keep talkin´, you broke, I´ma go and cop another crib His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth´s Chris Accepted the money, accepted my sins One in the head, we ridin´ with extra clips
[Lil Keed] Back to the biz´ with flood on our wrists Bank of America, bands on the strips Go ´head and cuff, I ain´t stand the bitch Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee I´m studio workin´ on top of my crib Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon Nah, he ain´t snitchin´, he doin´ his cities
???, just show me some millions Showin´ the Wraith, they showin´ thе Bentley My partner in thе crib and they roll like some Heely´s I heard the weed you sellin´ is shitty We smokin´ on dank, ZaZa what we dealin´ Nah, I ain´t playin´ no games with you We sendin´ the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot Know me and the dawgs in the building so we ??? kitty We can make it out, what you talkin´ ´bout? Flexin´ through it on the ´Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out I´ll never go out like Bow Wow Virgil, Off-White when I pop out Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out Yeah, I´m gettin´ trill with the top off See if you gon´ shoot it when it pop off
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[Lil Keed] I´m fuckin´ hoes, off rip Water on me, get a ship My old school might dunk on Forgi´ wheels My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M´s You keep talkin´, you broke, I´ma go and cop another crib His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth´s Chris Accepted the money, accepted my sins One in the head, we ridin´ with extra clips
[Lil Gotit] Balmain rips, I guess it´s the Balmain drip And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming This a forty-two with the big Balenci´, but it look size ten I´m with some shottas, don dadas ???, and they gon´ spray I got the spotlight and I ain´t paranoid, it´s okay ???, we the bottom boys Real drip, baby, I´m the ??? Nigga, on the ??? ´cause you know you ain´t street Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese Nigga changed more than the change in the beat Put a freak ho back in a freak Bitches made friends ´cause they all on knees How they gon´ trip when they all on weed? How they gon´ trip when they all on me? Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean
Went Meek Mill´s with the Championship ring
[Lil Keed] I´m fuckin´ hoes, off rip Water on me, get a ship My old school might dunk on Forgi´ wheels My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M´s You keep talkin´, you broke, I´ma go and cop another crib His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth´s Chris Accepted the money, accepted my sins One in the head, we ridin´ with extra clips