(Wheezy outta here)YeahYeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeahBillionaires for lifeYeahFacts factsWe puttin exotic flavors on our watches (watches)We eatin dinner at Ruth Chris Hibachis (eatin dinner)I love her cause shes slurpin me so sloppyI kill a nigga get millions one thing bout meI drive the stolen car because its faster (skrrt skrrt)I took off on these niggas but no NASAMy slime know if I die he a rich bastard (rich bitch)I bought my mama a ghost like a CasperLivin life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to em)Yeah Im workin by one but got three moreExotic cars exotic stick you know what we onPatek and a Presi and its two tone yeahIm in the kitchen burnin opp beef upYes I listen thats why Im so upI just dropped the blunt cause they fuckin my hoYeah Im pullin stunts Trackhawk came camoItchy itchy gator Amaris on my damn feetOld people be like Nigga yo ass swaggyI done fucked her fifty times she cant embarrass meAll my niggas known to hit em up dont harass meYeah in that Rolls truck strollin (skrrt skrrt)Damn smoke on the asphalt when we rollinF&N blue tips we was smokinBack then we spinnin shit for our folksTold the shooter Where Im at is where you crashinYeah we eatin the block up like we Pac-ManYeah I quadruple I own the package I dont give backendsWe came here to do a ho on the back end (facts facts)We puttin exotic flavors on our watchesWe eatin dinner at Ruth Chris HibachisI love her cause shes slurpin me so sloppyI kill a nigga get millions one thing bout meI drive a stolen car because its fasterI took off on these niggas but no NASAMy slime know if I die he a rich bastardI bought my mama a ghost like Im Casper (yeah)

(A tsunami)(Keed talk to em)Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil ho (lets go)And Im already knowin it gon come with some smoke (lets go)Yes Im steppin on niggas in Maison MargielasYou can get squished like a roach yeah (Maison Margiela)Keep it solid keep it quiet (shh) nobody ever gon know (never yeah)And Im on some real slatt businessYeah she gettin back doored (slatty yeah)Yeah I came out a mink (slatty)Hop out the Rolls I look like a sink (slatty)Im with some shooters that never blink (slatty)These trousers thats on me hold treasuryMy car aint rented Im the only one with it (nah)And I came from the bottom I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)Shots at they mouth no need for no dentistBitch Im big slime dont care bout your feelings (bitch Im big slime)Nah aint scared of nobody (nobody)My car got a waist its wide-body (it wide)Dare you play with Wheezy you gon die bout it (Wheezy)Dare you play with this bankroll youll die bout itYeah the black truck a hotbox (hotbox)You dissed me yes youre knocked off (yeah)Youre pillow talkin you aint playin yeah (yeah yeah yeah)Meanwhile Im gettin mine off (lets go)Post on the block like Herby Curby (I post on my block)If I see your bitch just know that Im flirtinShe talkin bout How many licks til it burst?I kidnap the money send AMBER AlertShoot up the block tear up turf (yeah)Cause Im knowin you can fit in the Hearse (yeah)Shots fired hell never see a nurseYou know he the canvas cause we paint his shirt (Keed talk to em)Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil ho (lets go)And Im already knowin it gon come with some smoke (lets go)Yes Im steppin on niggas in Maison MargielasYou can get squished like a roach yeah (Maison Margiela)Keep it solid keep it quiet (shh) nobody ever gon know (never yeah)And Im on some real slatt businessYeah she gettin back doored (slatty yeah)Yeah I came out a mink (slatty)Hop out the Rolls I look like a sink (slatty)Im with some shooters that never blink (slatty)These trousers thats on me hold treasuryMy car aint rented Im the only one with it (nah)And I came from the bottom I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)Shots at they mouth no need for no dentist (uh)Bitch Im big slime dont care bout your feelings (uh)Chandelier on my wrist not in the ceiling (nah)Who got your whip? I heard its rentedHe done fell off tryna be independentHow he get rich off the shit I invented? (Huh)Whole lotta cap (cap) whole lotta kizzy (kizzy)Broke in the trap now I got millions (ayy)She fuckin my pops like he DiddyKeed to the top the terrace see the city (top)I dont wan f*ck her if her feet aint pretty (nah)Gunwunna cousin know I f*ck with business (cuz)Geeked up like Bobby and Im rockin Ricky (yeah)Fly in that lil hottie hit her at the WhitneyShe sloppy-toppy suck it out the tippy (mop)All in her mouth I busted like a semi (yeah)Fucked that bitch twice and now I need some distanceNow lay down on the couch and told her Dont come near me (Keed talk to em)Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil ho (lets go)And Im already knowin it gon come with some smoke (lets go)Yes Im steppin on niggas in Maison MargielasYou can get squished like a roach yeah (Maison Margiela)Keep it solid keep it quiet (shh) nobody ever gon know (never yeah)And Im on some real slatt businessYeah she gettin back doored (slatty yeah)Yeah I came out a mink (slatty)Hop out the Rolls I look like a sink (slatty)Im with some shooters that never blink (slatty)These trousers thats on me hold treasuryMy car aint rented Im the only one with it (nah)And I came from the bottom I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)Shots at they mouth no need for no dentistBitch Im big slime dont care bout your feelings (bitch Im big slime)

Yeah (You good T-Minus?)These niggas be trippin manIm trippin on em (trippin on em whoa-whoa) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em (yeah-yeah) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (trippin on em) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (slatt slatt slatt slatt woo-hoo)Green bandanna green bandannaI gotta elephant ring AlabamaHumps on these pockets just like a camelMy partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he TampaTalkin gangsta I get you held nigga for ransomMy lil shooters that be trippin they got tempersAnd we been fuckin these hoes out the TempPartyin with the Migos I aint talkin Skippa Da FlippaBeverly Hills shoppin I been ridin round with some locs (whoa-whoa)Beverly Hills hidin thotties models give me throat (whoa whoa-whoa)Beverly Hills drivin the Bentayga off the road (lets go)Yeah we slimy he slid wipe his itchy nose (Keed talk to em)Yeah the gat blatt bullets flyin like a crow (yeah yeha yeah)Dont play with the gang we pullin your card you gettin exposed (slatt slatt slatt)Yeah I love when she walk round the motherfuckin crib with pink toes (lets go)I went Avianne diamonds no cap and it froze (woo woo)Im trippin on em (trippin on em whoa-whoa) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em (yeah-yeah) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (trippin on em) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (slatt slatt slatt slatt woo-hoo)Green bandanna green bandannaI gotta elephant ring AlabamaHumps on these pockets just like a camel (woo-hoo)My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he TampaCheck my bank account got zeros after zerosYeah my bitch get crazy but she nasty she a freak hoYeah my game Deebo and yall run like Tim TebowPaparazzi on me I can never ever date youYeah Im livin the lifestyle that you dreamed ofHo they tellin your business pass the tea cups yeahI woke up out my sleep I was gettin sucked up yeahI aint talkin bout Chiraq but she aint gon tweak on usIm trippin on em (trippin on em) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em I get to trippin on emI get to trippin on em I get to trippin on em I get to trippin on em (whoa-whoa)Green bandanna (yeah-yeah) green bandanna (yeah-yeah)I gotta elephant ring Alabama (woo-hoo)Humps on these pockets just like a camelMy partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

(12-0-9 please)Yeah real hood baby yeahReal hood baby yeah(30 you a motherfucking fool nigga) Woo yeahNo me I aint struggled in a minuteCause all I do is handle businessIn the drop-top getting top in it oohThen I make my way to LenoxCopped the new plates and put some cameras on itCause these niggas tryna come and take somethingBeen knew the pussy nigga was my opponentBut I aint tryna comment on itAnd these niggas dead doc and they having bad rhythmAnd these niggas sore losers I dont want a trophy with emIll never understand yall rappers all yall do is copy niggasYall niggas real hoes I dont want no problems with youBricks in the mattress got bricks in the atticDont f*ck with no pig no mices and no rabbits I fucked my old lady got time for no cappingAnd most of you rappers yall f*ck on the baddestMy top piece is rich aint paying a bandAnd all of my shooters they action no JacksonMy ho she cheating on me but I can care less Cause Im tricking all out in CaliMy ho out in Cali her hair match the pantiesIm chilling with her friends Im living real slattyThese niggas big jokes he say he want smokeWe treat it like play fight we go laser-taggingI hopped on the Rolls the curtain was closedIf it was low could trap out some CaddysNo matter fact I hopped in that Rolls Royce spiderWe put on big diamonds in trafficGuess all Im saying isNo me I aint struggled in a minuteCause all I do is handle businessIn the drop-top getting top in it oohThen I make my way to LenoxCopped the new plates and put some cameras on itCause these niggas tryna come and take somethingBeen knew the pussy nigga was my opponentBut I aint tryna comment on itAnd these niggas dead doc and they having bad rhythmAnd these niggas sore losers I dont want a trophy with emIll never understand yall rappers all yall do is copy niggasYall niggas real hoes I dont want no problems with youToo slimy we play with your mentalEverybody eat but a rat mix with themThey didnt want smoke boy we made em surrenderSlip on the jimmy every time that I bend herPop one for the streets cause I really came from nothingWith 24 he Heavy that slime I be dailyEquipped with them blickys yall trapping we readyEquipped with this money it came with a debtOff a Perc and an Adderal I feel meditatedWe straight out the hood they killing and beggingThousand bet a thousand tell em to bet itTrackhawk no hemi I really be getting itAint got no big teeth I spent racks at my dentistI still eat at Dennys this drip we got plentyWe dressin like Virgil come get dripped in VenchyThat bitch aint expensive you the one thats trippinNo me I aint struggled in a minute (that ho for the gang)Cause all I do is handle business (dont let that bitch trick you)In the drop-top getting top in it oohThen I make my way to LenoxCopped the new plates and put some cameras on itCause these niggas tryna come and take somethingBeen knew the pussy nigga was my opponentBut I aint tryna comment on itAnd these niggas dead doc and they having bad rhythmAnd these niggas sore losers I dont want a trophy with emIll never understand yall rappers all yall do is copy niggasYall niggas real hoes I dont want no problems with you(12-0-9 please)(30 you a motherfucking fool nigga)

YeahNever mind Keed talk to emKeed talk to to em Yeah Keed wanna talk?Slump them assYeah this that shit right hereYeah I talk that shit right hereLets go (Keed talk to em)I got this shit goin brazy (shit goin brazy)I got this fashion goin brazy (fashion goin brazy)I got these sluts goin brazy (sluts goin brazy)Bankroll its on me come and take it (yee)Sylin these diamonds constellation (yeah)I never rush always had patience (yeah)Ill never be in consolation (nah)Im takin charge like Tom Brady (lets go yeah)(Lets go)You aint believe in me (me)Shouldve never showed you my dreams (hey)Cause you was doubtin me (doubtin me)I showed my mama and my daddy (yeah)I never smashed her on the mattress (nah)I never smashed her in the palace (no)You paint a picture Mr. Krabs (woo)So you ate like Krabby Patty (hahaha)I just cooked up in the lab (yeah)Cause a nigga living lavish (yeah)Why the f*ck Im getting backstabbed?Cause a nigga living lavish (yeah)Richard Mille on my right wristFlood the other with a Patek (flood it)Im runnin off with the white bitch (yeah)Im breakin laws (yeah haha)These bitches knowin me (knowin me)And she a fan of me (fan)She so in love with me (mwah)I need your number B (yeah)I need your only one fan (lets get it)Lets run off and smoke all the strainsLets make a colonyLets goLets goLets goThis that shit right here (rockstar music)Yeah I talk that shit right hereLets goPull up in the city in the Bentayga BentleyIt had black on the seat it had white on the floorIf a nigga think he gon try me in the clubGot a shotty on me gah gah let it goThinkin of my home and I cant let it goBeverly Hills thotty got white on her nosePartner get jello and jello and jelloCant stop the chirpin he cant let it goLike a scared parent I cannot go(I need a ho then I can go)Yeah (lets go lets go lets go)This that shit right here (rockstar music)Yeah I talk that shit right hereLets goI got this shit goin brazy (yeah)I got this fashion goin brazyI got these sluts goin brazyBankroll its on me come and take itStylin these diamonds constellation (yeah)I never race always had patienceIll never be in consolationIm takin charge like Tom Brady (yeah)YeahYeah

HausThat nigga niceBaby can you make it hot for me?Take you to my bed better not be scared you know what it isIn my bed making memories (ay)Round and round we goHow did we end up on the floor baby?(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)Señorita just give me your timeIll slide to see ya Im trynna eat yaDont mind mind thats just my demeanorYoure mighty tenderWould you mind if I took you up out to Spain yeah?You cant deny an even better time its the right decisionDont look at me thats just my opinionLook in your eyes I can find a millionBetween your thighs I can find a feelinTell all your neighbors to stop that trippinWe can put out the tape and well make a killin ayThat pussy that worth a millionPut her mouth on that head aint no better feelin (oh)Baby can you make it hot for me?Take you to my bed better not be scared you know what it isIn my bed making memories (ay)Round and round we goHow did we end up on the floor baby? (oh)(Keed talk to em Keed talk to em)(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Keed talk to em) Fuckin these hoes on the roadKnow they gon suck til they got no kneesI kept a gun on the roadIm seein figures this not the old me (I cant forget on the road)I just be playin round wit these numbers (playin round)All I could dream bout was a comma (dream about)F*ck from the back Im fuckin up her frontal (yeah)Pack that we slap we serve them out the jungle (lets go lets go)Girl you cant play round here (uh)I can put real chandeliers on ya ears (yeah)I can put a whole damn bag on they pillsI can drive the S-R-T in gear (skrrt)Me and Lil Gotit know we jumpin out real (Lil Gotit)Cartier frames see the face from the rearIn my own lane dont swerve over here (swerve)L.A. vibe yeah we came from the hillsBaby can you make it hot for me? (slat yeah slimeball)Take you to my bed better not be scared you know what it isIn my bed making memories (ay)Round and round we goHow did we end up on the floor baby?(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)I was fuckin on your girlIn Fendi and diamonds and pearls (diamonds and pearls)She gon put that shit on 360 make her twirl (twirl)Pull up droppin shit yeah yeah bout her (bout her)My right girl I rock you know her lil world (my right girl)Ima dripper all season Glock .40 squeezin (drip)Off a Percocet not trynna meet him (slat)Stealin cars Im bleedin we were really gettin (skrrt)Hunnid round in the semi niggas tryna be meThey wasnt tryin to listen to usNow they trynna stand by us (yeah)All them niggas was holdin usBitch we up dont give a f*ck (slat)Baby can you make it hot for me?Take you to my bed better not be scared you know what it isIn my bed making memories (Rich Gang)Round and round we goHow did we end up on the floor baby? (babe)(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Rich Gang)

(Youngboybrown on my kid)I aint want no dealings with youIll drop the ceiling with youLouis duffel bag got the bands in itIt hold more than a hundred-fifty (yeah yeah)I aint losing nigga Im winningYeah Im rocking Chanel britches (yeah yeah)I had the gang ridin in the Bentleys (yeah yeah)Nigga be quiet you an itty-bitty (shrimp)Catch the front end back end then dipBad lil bitch yeah she came on my tipKnow lil strap getting popped like clipsGo and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeahThese boys be some hoesYoull never ever knowThey hatin on you on the lowYoull never ever knowThey dont want you to succeed manThey dont want to see you with the loadBut Im living top floorIm dripping in the latest clothesAnd Im all in and out your hoeBust down Rollie on me and its frozenNow Im onto you Ima just hold onI fucked her so good told the girl Hold onTold my mama I got you girl just hold onBaby mama had me a beautiful baby girl so hold onYall niggas aint seein meYall niggas cant be meYall niggas cant f*ck with meYall niggas cant manage meYall niggas cant invest in meSo you already knowI aint want no dealings with youIll drop the ceiling with youLouis duffel bag got the bands in itIt hold more than a hundred-fifty (yeah yeah)I aint losing nigga Im winningYeah Im rocking Chanel britches (yeah yeah)I had the gang ridin in the Bentleys (yeah yeah)Nigga be quiet you an itty-bitty (shrimp)Catch the front end back end then dipBad lil bitch yeah she came on my tipKnow lil strap getting popped like clipsGo and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeahI dont spend time with these bitchesI aint got time for yall bitch-ass niggas okayI dont spend a dime on these bitchesAnd these niggas out here stealing my drip okayNiggas aint stack my riches.223 on me nah I dont ride with no KConley Road yeah we gon get itMe and Lil Gotit put that on the map okay yeahIn the old-school trippin on your main bitch yeah yeahTrappin out the band I aint talking trash can yeah yeahYall niggas acting like hoes yeah you transexual yeah yeahIll take care of the family yeah I take care of the billsThey aint talking bout my dress code nahCause when I put this shit on aint no flawsLong live Mexico thats my dogHellcat king yeah of the SouthI aint want no dealings with you (you you)Ill drop the ceiling with you (oh)Louis duffel bag got the bands in itIt hold more than a hundred-fifty (yeah yeah)I aint losing nigga Im winningYeah Im rocking Chanel britches (yeah yeah)I had the gang ridin in the Bentleys (yeah yeah)Nigga be quiet you an itty-bitty (shrimp)Catch the front end back end then dipBad lil bitch yeah she came on my tipKnow lil strap getting popped like clipsGo and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah (yeah yeah)Oh yeah

Yeah (You good T-Minus?)These niggas be trippin manIm trippin on em (trippin on em whoa-whoa) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em (yeah-yeah) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (trippin on em) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (slatt slatt slatt slatt woo-hoo)Green bandanna green bandannaI gotta elephant ring AlabamaHumps on these pockets just like a camelMy partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he TampaTalkin gangsta I get you held nigga for ransomMy lil shooters that be trippin they got tempersAnd we been fuckin these hoes out the TempPartyin with the Migos I aint talkin Skippa Da FlippaBeverly Hills shoppin I been ridin round with some locs (whoa-whoa)Beverly Hills hidin thotties models give me throat (whoa whoa-whoa)Beverly Hills drivin the Bentayga off the road (lets go)Yeah we slimy he slid wipe his itchy nose (Keed talk to em)Yeah the gat blatt bullets flyin like a crow (yeah yeha yeah)Dont play with the gang we pullin your card you gettin exposed (slatt slatt slatt)Yeah I love when she walk round the motherfuckin crib with pink toes (lets go)I went Avianne diamonds no cap and it froze (woo woo)Im trippin on em (trippin on em whoa-whoa) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em (yeah-yeah) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (trippin on em) I get to trippin on em (yeah-yeah)I get to trippin on em (slatt slatt slatt slatt woo-hoo)Green bandanna green bandannaI gotta elephant ring AlabamaHumps on these pockets just like a camel (woo-hoo)My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he TampaCheck my bank account got zeros after zerosYeah my bitch get crazy but she nasty she a freak hoYeah my game Deebo and yall run like Tim TebowPaparazzi on me I can never ever date youYeah Im livin the lifestyle that you dreamed ofHo they tellin your business pass the tea cups yeahI woke up out my sleep I was gettin sucked up yeahI aint talkin bout Chiraq but she aint gon tweak on usIm trippin on em (trippin on em) Im trippin on em (trippin on em)Im trickin on em I get to trippin on emI get to trippin on em I get to trippin on em I get to trippin on em (whoa-whoa)Green bandanna (yeah-yeah) green bandanna (yeah-yeah)I gotta elephant ring Alabama (woo-hoo)Humps on these pockets just like a camelMy partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

(Damn Skipass its a whole nother wave right here)(Damn Aarne go crazy on this motherfuckers)Live in a cold world shit live in a cold world shitI got the drop on your clique I got the drop on your girlF&N sticks yeah I end your worldYeah I f*ck on your main bitch yeah she gon curlYeah I came from sleepin on padleys yeah rub out the spermCater to my main bitch I put diamonds on herKeep a ratchet bitch on the zone Im tired of herCame from poverty Im the same oh Im tired of herYeah mm-mm I been runnin through that money baby mm-mm I just crossed em out baby mm-mmI just want you to understand girl I will kill you no cap in thatHeard your time out you bouncin back Two tens on the first went SRV jetBaby I can feel you Everythin you sayin bout me you kept it trueI just took an opp block cut it in two I just took an opp block and I swept it like broomsStickbaby goin so so dumb yeah he missin some screwsYeah I got a big bag flood my mouth and mama them tooYeah my daddy had a scar man we gettin money gettin it tooLive in a cold world shit live in a cold world shitI got the drop on your clique I got the drop on your girlF&N sticks yeah I end your worldYeah I f*ck on your main bitch yeah she gon curlYeah I came from sleepin on padleys yeah rub out the spermCater to my main bitch I put diamonds on herKeep a ratchet bitch on the zone Im tired of herCame from poverty Im the same oh Im tired of herYeah man goddamn why they take the jet?Man yeah we crash your block like a soda canI aint scared out of you Im a God fearin manBut I wear Fear of God shoes damnShit get your weight up Shit Im gettin so high Im strung out on the paperShit I wanted to move when she called me I hit the ho laterYeah my hitters they run up my side shit just like a pagerYeah they hate you know Im on my grind goin up escalatorYeah I shot em point-blank range like a faderDoin every point I dont need a faderI do what the f*ck I want nigga I aint stand no haterI learned that from Lil Gotit Live in a cold world shit live in a cold world shit (slatt Gotit)I got the drop on his clique I got the drop on your girl (yeah slimeball)F&N and sticks yeah I end your worldYeah I f*ck on your main bitch yeah she gon curlYeah I came from sleepin on padleys yeah rub out the spermCater to my main bitch I put diamonds on herKeep a ratchet bitch on the zone Im tired of herCame from poverty Im the same oh Im tired of her

(Zaytoven)I cant lose I got hightop shoes onHeard he on the news yeah he tellin on his crewWhere the hoes at? I screw em like a screwCatch my contact Im smokin exotic oohLeave yo contact Ill hit yo phone (brr)We gon chalk it yeah we leavin bonesBrrt brrt brrt brrtHunnid shots out there brrt brrtAt yo main hoe house came in her mouthIm inspired I aint trippin I dont chase cloutWhy you trippin? Why you talkin like a mouse mouseTold Lil Yachty we the wave and its no doubtAll that tough talk shit go on and pop outSellin drugs out the apartment at yo hoe houseSlide this dick against her face yes it broke her jawEverything we got we own we not Bow WowWe got diamonds we got packs we dont see no droughtLike he Chris Tucker Im lookin for JuntaoYes Im sucker-free thats why they ride my wave uhI fucked her one time one time only I dont claim herYall niggas fake gangsta you shootin you aint even hit nothinStill lookin for that hoe off the TV show off the One on One(Ha ha ha)Where you at girl?Im the best girlBoy get smoked like MarlboroI cant lose I got hightop shoes onHeard he on the news yeah he tellin on his crewWhere the hoes at? I screw em like a screwCatch my contact Im smokin exotic oohLeave yo contact Ill hit yo phone (brr)We gon chalk it yeah we leavin bonesF*ck em big FN I tuck emThey want smoke dont duck em (duck)Run in head-first I bust em (I bust)I know what she wantShe want x she want cokeShe want gas she want meShe wanna f*ck the whole team (go)Big boy cap it pop off you a liarBroke nigga swearin that its his yearI dont talk about it be about it what Ive been onIve been spendin big boy guap since Ive been onI dont want that bitch boy I just want to see what it hit on (ay)Big booty I just want to feel onHood bitch givin top with a grill onI cant lose I got hightop shoes onHeard he on the news yeah he tellin on his crewWhere the hoes at? I screw em like a screwCatch my contact Im smokin exotic oohLeave yo contact Ill hit yo phone (brrp)We gon chalk it yeah we leavin bones

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Lyricist- Phillip Swern Gerry Shury

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HausThat nigga niceBaby, can you make it hot for me?Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it isIn my bed making memories (ay)'Round and 'round we goHow did we end...Read Full Lyrics

" Hot For Me Artist - Lil Keed

(Youngboybrown, on my kid)I ain't want no dealings with youI'll drop the ceiling with youLouis duffel bag got the bands in itIt hold more than a hundred-fifty (yeah, yeah)I ain't l...Read Full Lyrics

" No Dealings Artist - Lil Keed

Yeah (You good, T-Minus?)These niggas be trippin', manI'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em, whoa-whoa), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)I'm trickin' on 'em (yeah-yeah), I get ...Read Full Lyrics

" Trippin Artist - Lil Keed

(Damn, Skipass, it's a whole 'nother wave right here)(Damn, Aarne go crazy on this motherfuckers)Live in a cold world, shit, live in a cold world, shitI got the drop on your clique...Read Full Lyrics

" Cold World Artist - Lil Keed

(Zaytoven)I can't lose, I got hightop shoes onHeard he on the news, yeah, he tellin' on his crewWhere the hoes at? I screw 'em like a screwCatch my contact, I'm smokin' exotic, ooh...Read Full Lyrics

" Hightop Shoes Artist - Lil Keed