[Intro]
Yeah, what 'bout now?
Huh, yeah, what 'bout now?
Ooh, yeah, what 'bout now?
(Fore'n)
It's up
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em!
[Verse]
Walked in, walked in (Woo), this Bentley truck, you can crawl in it (Say what?)
Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just gettin' these front-ends, these back-ends, these racks in (No cap)
Nigga, fuck your plug, I heard he taxin', we whack him (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches at my house, yeah (No cap)
Yeah, that ho too lazy, I get in her mouth, then I kick her out (Boom-boom-boom)
Yeah, Chanel shoe box full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out (Rack, rack, racks)
I'ma Milly Rock, yeah (Woo), with that Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies (Rack, rack, racks)
Shit, I crashed the scat pack, but it was not rented (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach (Say what?)
Woo (Keed talk to 'em), woo, yeah, in this ho mouth like she lost her tooth (Ugh)
With some Crips too (Clatt)
But I'm big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof
YSL the gang, she see this chain, she trying to choose (Slatt-slatt)
Bitch, I'm with your ho, yeah, yeah, with your ho (Slatt-slatt)
Last night with your ho, the whole gang did your ho (Slatt-slatt)
Pass her back, bro, shit, that's all you ought to know
Shit, I heard he love her, shit, she'll take it in her throat (Oh, you, shit, Keed talk to 'em)
Huh, yeah, she know that these racks in (Racks)
I remember back then, she was actin' (Woo)
I don't need no help wit' no back-end (Ah, ah)
Glock with a dick, I ain't wrestlin' (Ah)
Micro Draco a hundred shots, we ain't wrestlin', huh (Grra, grra)
Yeah, I go put a back-end up (Woo)
I put my main ho up (Main ho up)
Nut in her best friend, though (Slatt, slime)
Slime got a blicky, yeah, yeah (Damn)
Kicked that ho right out the spot 'cause I put my power in it, yeah
Yeah, when they see me, know they red flaggin', yeah
Back 'fore my boy goes, "Chk-chk", yeah (Go)
And we just left L.A., smokin' exotic strains, yeah (L.A.)
Yeah, yeah, CC, cop 'em by the pairs (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil' (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah (No cap), double CC on the chairs (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, yeah (Woo, woo), havin' Fear of God drip for real (God)
Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears (Slatt-slatt)
Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will (Grr, grr, grr)
Yeah, yeah, Lil Keed, he gon' get these racks (Keed talk to 'em)
Up early mornin' gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks (I love them bands)
Yeah, we smokin' OG while countin' these racks
Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat
Yeah, yeah, I have some oil in this cup, no need for old shit
Yeah, these hoes annoying, any chance they get they blowin' me (No cap)
My white boy, he be smokin' that sack just like he Marley
Nah, nigga, I ain't running, nigga, nigga try me, they gon' charge me
She talkin' 'bout I changed, I said, "Nah, bitch, you just borin'"
She talkin' 'bout I changed (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, uh, uh
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