Bacc Up Quelly Woo (Ft. Kemo Givenchy)

[Intro: Kemo Givenchy]
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(Ice Digger)
Thom Browne for the fashion
CD for the f—
Thom Browne for the fashion
CD for the
Thom Browne for the glasses, hol' on
Fuck it, huh

[Verse 1: Kemo Givenchy]
.40 on me, better back up, silly nigga try to act tough
Call up Joey, bring that MAC truck and I run the fuckin' racks up
Niggas be movin' like actors, whole team full of lackers
Black boy went to the pastor, brodie hopped out and blast him
Hollow tips rippin' through faster, lil' nigga, go get your pack up
10K just for the backup, all of y'all niggas is cappers
Play wit' me, I'm uppin' it faster, .40 got a laser in a Magnum
Oh, that's your treesh, yeah, I slapped her

[Verse 2: Quelly Woo]
Uh-huh, yeah
She a baba, I fuck her then pass her
You know call up Kemo, give you cancеr
Cuz in the field like thе Packers
And you know Raccs get the racks
Cuzzy said we goin' up like a ladder
He gon' up it, fuck the chatter
Up it first, you up it after (Ice Digger)
Woo, huh, nigga, I'm fresh, Colgate, huh
She wanna fuck, no foreplays
Feelin' wavy of the rosé, ayy, ayy
Tuccer movin' crusty in a R8
09 to the Cloccs, free RJ
The hood cold like a snow day, ayy, wait
In the lab like I'm Dexter
Spent a couple bands in Webster
Trappin' off a lappy like I'm Lester, ayy, ayy
Feel like Paul Walker when I skate
Tipsy off the Ace of Spades, ayy
Drizzy, OA, Chase, ayy
Wait, Dior satchel
Hold the tan like the Statue of Liberty
I'ma up it, is you kiddin' me?
Kemo wit' me up it with agility, ayy, woo
I was down bad, misery
Now we up, victory
Trappin' and tappin' my favorite activities, ayy
Told her, "TP, no negativity"
.40 on me, better watch your proximity