Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
Duke
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mattazik Muzik
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain't seen my face in awhile
We got these girls goin' wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh, yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh, yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh, yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juuggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
Keed, talk to 'em
Have Slime slime 'em out, ****, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Niemans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop, chop, block, gon' flee it
Grand daddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a **** at Jesus
[Verse 2]
Told my jeweler I'm anemic
Can't get no dick, got her fiendin'
She better swallow my semen
I poured a four, got me leanin'
Hoppin' on jets and I been round the world
They know I'ma ball every season
Chanel on my bitch 'cause we eatin'
Bitch, I'm with Keed in 250 on Cleveland
[Verse 3]
Can't trust these hoes 'cause these bitches deceivin'
Walk up in Saks, fuck it up for no reason
YSL, bitch, know we feastin'
And I just came in from Greece (Greece)
Whole lot of racks, they increase ('Crease)
Can't fuck with her if she ain't decent (Decent)
None of my bitches can tease me (Tease)
On Jesus (Jesus)
[Verse 4]
Hop in my shit and I do what I wanna
I'm droppin' my top at the light (Light)
I'm with my dawgs, they gon' bit (Bite)
Diamonds, they shine with no lights (No lights)
I like how she look in them tights (Them tights)
Run up, we're takin' your life (Your life)
Paid off my lawyer that's payin' the price (Price)
Won't go right home with the guys, I know that
[Verse 5]
Ain't seen my face in awhile
We got these girls goin' wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh, yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh, yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh, yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juuggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
Keed, talk to 'em
Have Slime slime 'em out, ****, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Niemans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop, chop, block, gon' flee it
Grand daddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a **** at Jesus
[Verse 6]
Chopper send a **** sky high
I'm geeked out, eatin' Five Guys
Bad bitch gotta be wine fine
Get a **** whacked from the blind side
I'm smokin' super strong, call it Popeye
If that stick talk, bet they all die
**** burnt out, call 'em My Lai
In the sky, high, on a private flight
[Verse 7]
Racks on me (Racks on me)
Yeah, bitch, when you see me
You gon' see racks on me (That blue cheese)
Yeah, bitch, when you see me
You gon' see these off white jeans (Off white jeans)
Whole lot of bread on me, if she ain't gon' suck weed
Yeah, bitch, we in a Wraith lookin' some shit outer space
Yeah, bitch, you in the way, ho, I'm tryna get this cake
Micros, bet the Draco gon' tear through his face
If a **** ever think about ever playin' with this cake
[Verse 8]
I ain't seen my face in awhile
We got these girls goin' wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh, yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh, yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh, yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juuggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
Keed, talk to 'em
Have Slime slime 'em out, ****, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Niemans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop, chop, block, gon' flee it
Grand daddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a **** at Jesus
Chop, chop, block, gon' flee it
Send a **** at Jesus
Written by: Duke, Mattazik Muzik, Raqhid Render
