Out The Van Lotto Savage (Ft. Lil Keed)

[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
YoungBoy Brown, on my kid

[Chorus: Lil Keed, Lotto Savage]
Trap out the van, trap out the van (Trap)
Trap out the van, trap out the van (Woah)
We get to trippin' and chop down your mans
Slime [?] I'm on Xans (Straight up)
I got some shooters, that real slime
I got some shooters that [?] (Word)
Masked up shooters (Uh)
We're not shootin' no ruger (Yeah)
Trap hard like voodoo (Trap)
I'm big dog, you a poodle (Woah)
I came from a hot block (My Honda)
I came from ramen noodles (Mmm)
Get your top popped, thought it was ragu
Yeah, my slime, they went and popped him (Slatt)
[?]

[Verse 1: Lotto Savage]
These niggas broke and we know it (Yeh)
We at the top and we not comin' down
We havin' rack like Floyd
You not with the gang, boy, you not in the loop
Nigga pussy toting Glocks when they know they not gon' shoot
Trap out the van, trap out the spot
If I see an opp, you know I'm gon' pop
We been drippin' on the clock
She eat that shit up, lollipop
DB sound like helicopters
We shuttin' down your block
We got the traphouse goin' bonkers
Junkies hit the door round the clock (Yeah)
Bustin' the pack, get it gone (Outta here)
Trappin' off a Metro phone
Sack on his head, get him gone
We get the drop, pullin' up to your home (Skrr, skrr)
Take a whole brick, we gon' bust that
Glock on my hip, no clutchin', I'ma up that
Pyrex pot on the stove, whippin' up crack
Play with Lil Keed, I swear I'ma up that