No Reason Lil Keed

[Intro]
I'm goin’ up, up‚ I'm so high right now
That moon rock is on me‚ not tryna come down
I know I'm ’posed to be signed right about now
Thanks for the lookin' out
(Run-Run-Run that shit the fuck back!)

I don't tote this strap for no reason
Cook up‚ Mook
Yeah, slime
Turn up, slime ball

[Chorus]
Suck on that dick‚ baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
Suck on that dick‚ baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin’ that gas like a chimney
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)