Dead Doc

[Intro: Lil Keed & Lil Yachty]

(1209, please)

Yeah

Got Hood Baby with me, yeah

Real Hood Baby, yeah

(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)

Woo, hey, hey

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute

'Cause all I do is handle business

In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh

Then I make my way to Lenox

Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it

'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'

Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent

But I ain't tryna comment on it

And these niggas dead doc'

And they havin' bad rhythm

And these niggas sore losers

I don't want a trophy with 'em

I'll never understand y'all rappers

All y'all do is copy niggas

Y'all niggas real hoes

I don't want no bodies with you

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

Them bricks in the mattress, them birds in the attic

Don't fuck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits

I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping

And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddies

My top isn't red, drink pink in the bed, all of my shooters, they action, no Jake's

My ho, she cheatin' on me, but I can care less 'cause I'm cheatin' all out in Cali'

My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes

I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm livin' real Slatty

These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke

We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin'

I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed

It filled with some loads, get trapped by some caddies

No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls-Royce spider

We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute

'Cause all I do is handle business

In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh

Then I make my way to Lenox

Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it

'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'

Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent

But I ain't tryna comment on it

And these niggas dead doc'

And they havin' bad rhythm

And these niggas sore losers

I don't want a trophy with 'em

I'll never understand y'all rappers

All y'all do is copy niggas

Y'all niggas real hoes

I don't want no bodies with you

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]

Too slimy, we play with your mental

Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner

They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender

Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley

Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin'

With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly

Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready

Equipped with this money and came with the dead

Off a Perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated

Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin'

Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it

Trackhawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it

Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist

I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty

We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy

That bitch ain't expensive, you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang, don't let that bitch trick you

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute

'Cause all I do is handle business

In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh

Then I make my way to Lenox

Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it

'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin'

Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent

But I ain't tryna comment on it

And these niggas dead doc'

And they havin' bad rhythm

And these niggas sore losers

I don't want a trophy with 'em

I'll never understand y'all rappers

All y'all do is copy niggas

Y'all niggas real hoes

I don't want no bodies with you

[Outro]

1209, please

30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga