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[Intro: Key Glock]

Let the band play

Yeah

Skrrt skrrt, skrrt‚ uh

[Chorus: Key Glock]

Pull up foreigns back to back‚ back to back‚ back to back to back

And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah‚ with them big old racks

Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set‚ you see it around my neck

Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat

[Verse 1: Key Glock]

Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' too much, it's scarin' me

Fuck these hoes, just let 'em be, can't let 'em get the best of me

Bitch, I got the recipe, can't no nigga compare to me

Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team

I got dough, Krispy Kreme

Fresh to death, crispy clean

Bitch I smoke Christmas trees

Got them lumps in my jeans

Diamonds jumping, trampoline

Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)

Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it

[Chorus: Key Glock]

Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back

And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks

Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck

Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back

No, I don't play fair, shit 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks

All these bitches swear that they love me, bitch, you just love these stacks

Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max

Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (Uh)

Motherfuckin' Business, lil' nigga (Uh)

Fuck this rap shit, got some homeboys down the road doin' life sentence, lil' nigga (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)

I never played tennis but I got racks (Racks)

Eight stacks just for a backpack (Racks)

See some fuck niggas, then blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)

Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)

Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)

Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)

Went to hollywood just to go flex (It's Dolph)

I took his bitch, made her my pet (Bitch)

I wish all of my old hoes the best (Fuck y'all)

Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (Bitch)

Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed

[Chorus: Key Glock]

Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back

And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks

Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck

Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat