[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Ay DeCicco, what up my nigga?
Let's go, let's go
Keed talk to 'em!
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] bitch you hear the exhaust
Nigga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These niggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 1: Pesh Mayweather]
Don't take the mob and they be what I'm reppin' and that 'til the death of me
You blowin' her phone up and textin' that bitch but she layin' right next to me
Might be on ecstasy we not the same there's a major discrepancy
I done found out the recipe, nigga this is my destiny
Lookin' for pictures [?]
Shoot up your hood all you seen was smoke
Then [?] like a Cleveland coach
One of a kind you ain't seen before
Her beautiful mind just like [?]
In an old school sittin' on a hundred spokes
These niggas [?] like a checkerboard
Pull up in something you can't afford
With a bad bitch that you can't ignore
Yeah that's my young bool no mantador
We waving red flags like a mantador
Fuck did you think that they can't afford
Strapped with a Tony Montana torch
Pesh he the hardest Atlanta boy
Been rapping on duct tape and alley boy
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