Trapped On Cleveland 2
Hell is you doin'?
(Know what I'm sayin', I just, uh
Close my eyes in the booth, right?)
This shit like a dream come true
(And this what happens, right?)
Come enjoy it with me
Turn up slimeball

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I can't give her up, she my home (no cap)
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long (stretch it)
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone (talk to 'em)
Real niggas don't play (Keed talk to 'em)
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
Niggas beefin', they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play (Keed talk to 'em)

If a nigga think Lil Keed goin' down, that's a motherfuckin' lie
Hottest young nigga in the streets, flyest young nigga in the sky
A nigga can't match these rhymes (no cap)
A nigga can't match this drip (no)
A nigga can't match this style (no sir)
Runnin' racks up and pop my shit (run it up)
Tell a pussy nigga stop 'round (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I beat her lil' back out
Sip the double cup 'til a nigga pass out
Nigga know I'm the young GOAT, where the mountain?
She know the pussy good, I get happy like a child
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
She never runnin' her mouth (yeah)
I'm dripped out year 'round
push start, leavin' now

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I can't give her up, she my home (no cap)
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long (stretch it)
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone (Keed talk to 'em)
Real niggas don't play (no)
Dread head, mayday (mayday)
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit (rabbit)
And I still win the race (winner)
Niggas beefin', they can have it (uh)
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play (Keed talk to 'em)

Nigga better stay out my way (my way)
Nigga better stay out my face (no cap)
Nah, I don't kick fake shit one day (no)
Then be friends next day
Nah, I don't move that way (Keed talk to 'em)
Sell a lot of D, we sold
I think 'bout that shit every day
Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away
No father and son time, ain't no birthdays (Keed talk to 'em)
I'm in the studio gettin' it in (in)
I already got a couple hits (no cap)
Just tryna make my way to Billboard
I ain't say it was easy
I beat it down 'til she leakin' (yes sir)
Then I pass her ass to the clique (yes sir)
Then they gon' do the same thing (thing)
Now you know these bitches ain't shit (yeah)

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone (slimeball)
I can't give her up, she my home (no cap)
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long (stretch it)
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone (Keed talk to 'em)
Real niggas don't play (no)
Dread head, mayday (mayday)
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit (rabbit)
And I still win the race (winner)
Niggas beefin', they can have it (uh)
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render