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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Kee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keontae Miles
Songwriter
Lyrics
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Slatt, slatt
Take every shot, Madden ain't
We shoot out the top like a ball game
And I don't even talk to the feds lately
Cut the dope up, might need a Band-Aid
Diamonds, they yellow and cold, and iced out
It look like some lemonade
And you know when that stick out
We have a shootout in broad day
You play with me right now
Have a shootout in broad day
It's gonna be a gun down
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think it's gon' be a robbery
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think we'll take some jewelry
Have a shootout in broad day
Yeah
Bitch, I'm Lil Keed from the block
I can't love the kid
I can't never give a fuck 'bout that bitch or what she say
I love the big blunt to the face
I give a fuck 'bout what you say
No cap
I'm like, "Well, Keed, duh"
I pop that Perc, she went to work
I'm on the block, I'm servin' work
I'm servin' fiends, I know they hurt
The minute he shoot up your hearse
Playin' with gang, gon' be on a shirt
And that baby I put in work
Playin' with Keed, he'll pull up the shirt
Take every shot, Madden ain't
We shoot out the top like a ball game
And I don't even talk to the feds lately
Cut the dope up, might need a Band-Aid
Diamonds, they yellow and cold, and iced out
It look like some lemonade
And you know when that stick out
We have a shootout in broad day
You play with me right now
Have a shootout in broad day
It's gonna be a gun down
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think it's gon' be a robbery
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think we'll take some jewelry
Have a shootout in broad day
Yeah
Draco on me, and this bitch hold 50
This bitch hold 50
Can't fuck with no pillow talkin', ****, pull up
I'll shoot at your motherfuckin' lip
I fucked on her one time, then I caught her the motherfuckin' lift
Long nights, I trap on the block
Young **** tryna turn some guap
Original YSL member, ha
I can't trust no ****, ha
And that's why I tote that Glock, I can't go out bad
And if a **** play, put that boy in a trash bag
And if a **** play, put that boy in a trash bag
Take every shot, Madden ain't
We shoot out the top like a ball game
And I don't even talk to the feds lately
Cut the dope up, might need a Band-Aid
Diamonds, they yellow and cold, and iced out
It look like some lemonade
And you know when that stick out
We have a shootout in broad day
You play with me right now
Have a shootout in broad day
It's gonna be a gun down
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think it's gon' be a robbery
Have a shootout in broad day
No cap
You think we'll take some jewelry
Have a shootout in broad day
Written by: Keontae Miles