[Intro]
Trapped on motherfuckin' Cleveland
Long live Snake
Turn up, slime ball
[Verse]
Yeah, lil' boy, where you trap at?
My shooter gon' shoot where you nap
I'm in the trap eatin' Rap Snacks
These niggas so cap, where your hats at?
I'm hooked up with 'Toven
I'm talkin' Mooktoven
I know I'm the chosen
I get on the lean, move the slowest
You know I ain't worried
Glock forty, know it hold thirty
And we shootin' shit like Curry
And we havin' clean, I ain't talkin' dish detergent
Let the chopper scream and my shooters on a perky
I got what you need, two-fifty, yeah, they servin'
Yeah, these diamonds bling, got a nigga vision blurry
And these niggas bleedin', you know the trigger workin'
Yeah, baby, nigga gettin' faded
Nigga havin' guns like the Navy
Fuck a Backwood, lil' nigga
I smoke it out the Raw cone papers
She made the young nigga cum quicker
I whipped out a lot of blue faces
The ambulance before you catch up
You better take a flow and update it
Yeah, yeah, better go do that
You know that these slimes gon' shoot back
I got on Gucci flip flops
They like, "Lil Keed, where your shoes at?"
I'm fly like some wings
We shoot up the scene, I fold up a Kel Tec
It came with a beam, yeah, yeah, yeah
They thought I wouldn't make it
But I had to make it, I took off her waist
They know that I faced it
I roll up a blunt, got time for no lacin'
These skinnies, they skinny, my shoes got no laces
I know that they don't love me, I know that they hate me
It ain't 'bout a bag I'm not gonna chase it
I just hit a lick, hide the merch in the basement
And she wanna do, I don't care if she basic
Don't give a fuck, don't care
Yeah, super geeked up, where my Cartier?
And I'm havin' drip, what style? What pair?
You say spin my block, man, I hope it went well
And I'm in the one way with Kenwell
I heard he dropped a mixtape but it didn't sell
Baby mama tryna put a nigga in a cell
But you know a nigga gon' make bail
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