Its Up (Freestyle)
Lil Keed
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Yeah, what 'bout them Huh, yeah, what 'bout them Ooh, yeah, what 'bout them Wassup? Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Keed talk to 'em Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck is crawlin' Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' I'm just gettin' these frontends, these backends, these racks in Nigga, f*ck your plug, heard he taxin', we whack him Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches in my house, yeah Yeah, that ho too lazy, I get in her mouth then I kick her out Yeah, Chanel shoe box full of racks, no safe in the house Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out I'ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Mille Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies Yeah I crashed the Scat Pack, but it was not rented Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach Ooh, ooh, in this hoe mouth Like she lost her tooth, with some Crips too But I'm big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof YSL the gang, she see the chain, she tryna choose Bitch, I'm with your hoe, yeah, yeah, with your hoe Last night with your hoe, the whole gang did your hoe Pass her back, bro, that's so you aught to know She heard he low, yeah, I'm jerkin' in her throat Huh, she know that these racks in I remember back then, she was actin', I don't need no help with no backend Glock with a dick, I ain't wrestlin', might go, Draco A hundred shots, we ain't wrestlin', huh, yeah I go put a backend up, I put my main hoe up Now that her best friend know, slime got a blicky, aye, yeah Kick that hoe right out the spot, I put my power in there Yeah, when you see me, know they red flaggin', yeah Back from my boy Gump's, (Choo-choo) yeah (Go) And we just left LA, smokin' exotic strains, yeah Yeah, yeah, CC, cop 'em by the pairs Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil' Yeah, yeah, double CC on the chairs Yeah, yeah, havin' Fear of God drip for real Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will Yeah, yeah, Keed gon' get these racks up early mornin' Gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks Yeah, we smokin' OG while I count these racks Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat Yeah, young handsome oily, no need for old shit Yeah, these hoes annoying, in the trap house, they blowin' me My white boy a hippie, smokin' that shit just like he Marley Opp nigga, I ain't runnin', nigga, try me, they gon' charge me You talkin' 'bout I changed, nah, bitch, you just borin' She said, "Man, you changin'", nah, nah, uh, uh
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