
Keri Hilson / Shootout Draft Day (Ft. JBan$2Turnt & Lil Yachty)
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[Part I: "Keri Hilson"]
[Intro: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
Big gang shit, man
Boy
On God, nigga (Yeah)
Uh-huh
My nigga Draft Day in this motherfucker, man, for real
[Verse 1: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
I had to back up the Bentley, wide body the masonry (Go)
These niggas sweet like some bakery
Diamonds, they hit like the motherfuckin' sunshine
I got my brothers, they with me, they front line (Yep)
Talkin' that shit, you get put on a plate
We don't play, eat your face
Got a K for every bitch that I hit in the A
I lost count, nigga
Uh, I had to bring out the racks, nigga (Racks)
It's all smiles in my capital
I had to make a new avenue (Ooh)
I had to stack up some revenue (Woo)
Lost track of time, but the Richard Mille on my left wrist cost a house or two
Flexin' hard, I'm only twenty-two (Ooh)
Ran up an M in camo
Boy, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P, I'm a No Limit soldier, young nigga got ammo
[Intro: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
Big gang shit, man
Boy
On God, nigga (Yeah)
Uh-huh
My nigga Draft Day in this motherfucker, man, for real
[Verse 1: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
I had to back up the Bentley, wide body the masonry (Go)
These niggas sweet like some bakery
Diamonds, they hit like the motherfuckin' sunshine
I got my brothers, they with me, they front line (Yep)
Talkin' that shit, you get put on a plate
We don't play, eat your face
Got a K for every bitch that I hit in the A
I lost count, nigga
Uh, I had to bring out the racks, nigga (Racks)
It's all smiles in my capital
I had to make a new avenue (Ooh)
I had to stack up some revenue (Woo)
Lost track of time, but the Richard Mille on my left wrist cost a house or two
Flexin' hard, I'm only twenty-two (Ooh)
Ran up an M in camo
Boy, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P, I'm a No Limit soldier, young nigga got ammo
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