[Lil Keed] It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees ´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace
[Lil Keed] I ain´t never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever) I ain´t never gon´ punt, boy, I´ma score (Never ever) Been a boss nigga, I ain´t never do no chores And they already know I´m too sharp like swords Hit your block up with Berettas and more Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s´more
Yeah, they hate seein´ me win, it hurt to the core Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel I ain´t comin´ home tonight, don´t leave the light on Ain´t goin´ for nothin´, find another nigga to plot on I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes I know real don dadas and vatos
[Lil Keed] It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace
[Young Thug] Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain´t the same Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main I ain´t tryna tell you, ain´t tryna talk, I up the stain Might not matter to you but it matter to me Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree My lil´ brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth Quit droppin´ roses on the casket, ain´t romantic
But I ain´t go to DeVry, I don´t understand it I´m tired of fightin´ my problems with Xanax First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (Man up, nigga) Just bought my mama a house and it´s in my business name (Yeah) Soon as I cashed out, that´s when my credit came It´s hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang I told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same"
[Lil Keed] It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees ´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace