[Lil Keed] Hundred shots at his crew, thatĀ“s a flatline Yeah, these hoes lininĀ“ up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, IĀ“ll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies CominĀ“ through the back of the club, IĀ“m not in line And this chopper drumminĀ“ like itĀ“s Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies IĀ“ll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippinĀ“, IĀ“ll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ainĀ“t trippinĀ“, pull these bands out Out that Draco, itĀ“s a lot of shots
[Lil Keed]
Yeah, we creepinĀ“ with your main ho Fuck 12, not pullinĀ“ over, not the Rover Balenciaga drip, yeah, the pullover Money, keep it on me like a damn Trojan Stuff it in my pants, canĀ“t even walk, ho Stuff it in my pants, IĀ“m Ā“bout to fall over Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all chokers Diamonds real wet just like a Super Soaker (Yeah) LetĀ“s chop this shit down like a lawnmower (Yeah) When that chopper spit, itĀ“s like a flamethrower (Yeah) Baguettes on me now whiter than baking soda (Yeah) I got a pink slip, you ainĀ“t got a fucking toy Shout out Juan, if he havinĀ“ Runtz, he havinĀ“ the real odor Mixed with the Baccarat squirts, homie Had to Numba Nine your own mans on you
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Keed] Hundred shots at his crew, thatĀ“s a flatline Yeah, these hoes lininĀ“ up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, IĀ“ll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies CominĀ“ through the back of the club, IĀ“m not in line And this chopper drumminĀ“ like itĀ“s Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies IĀ“ll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippinĀ“, IĀ“ll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ainĀ“t trippinĀ“, pull these bands out Out that Draco, itĀ“s a lot of shots
[Lil Gotit] Yeah, the bottom of that Draco, thatĀ“s a red dot Yeah, we callinĀ“ D1 hoes from beinĀ“ a thot thot Yeah, she warm up the pipe, I call her Hot Pocket Play with the gang, we push your shit back like a drop D-R-A-C-O, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco PullinĀ“ up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo, Benzo Kick in the door to the spot, and we headinĀ“ out the backdoor (LetĀ“s go) DidnĀ“t have to beat the pot, said some words and got my racks up TalkinĀ“ out your neck can get you hurt and held for ransom Done fucked around and put some jewels on me, thatĀ“s a dirty dancer Two door coupe, IĀ“m ridinĀ“ with my mama, banana sticks, got ammo
Got on hightop Versace, IĀ“m rockinĀ“ that shit with Gucci pajamas Call my weed a brick Ā“cause niggas smokinĀ“ on that dank dope 7.62 hit your spot, take off your face, dawg Start a new wave and watch my old wave break up Round up them sticks and hit your block and have a standoff
[Lil Keed] Hundred shots at his crew, thatĀ“s a flatline Yeah, these hoes lininĀ“ up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, IĀ“ll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies CominĀ“ through the back of the club, IĀ“m not in line
And this chopper drumminĀ“ like itĀ“s Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies IĀ“ll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippinĀ“, IĀ“ll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ainĀ“t trippinĀ“, pull these bands out Out that Draco, itĀ“s a lot of shots