(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em

I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
I just told Lil' Melly pull up with it, let it loose, yeah (what else?)
High top Versace, ankle protector on my shoes (high top)
She a real hottie thottie, she fuck me good, I pay for her boobs (hottie thottie)
Yeah, my snakes real slimy, yeah, they slidin' for some Loubs (what?)
They rockin' crochet braids, Chrome Heart glasses too (what else?)
Hit your mans up then pay his dues, yeah, you know he through
They put a advance on these bands, shit, I'm throwin' that to the roof, oh yeah (let's go)

Keep calling my name, I don't know, who are you? Yeah
I just got a Glock and it came with a flute, yeah
All brown on my chocolate seats, look just like a mousse, yeah
I don't want that whip if it don't drop on the coupe, yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
I don't want that bitch if she don't fuck in the stu', ayy (let's go)
She don't give me lip, but I need top like that toupee
End on a better note
All blue hundred, that's a side note (yeah)
I walk around with a heavy roll (okay)
Louis coat thick like a belly, ho (let's go)
I put my dick in her belly, ho
And after that pass her to Melly, bro
I'm with Lil Keed, that's my other bro
Only three of us, got seven hoes
And the three of us got seven flows
I'ma get it in just by the load
All three of us went shoppin'
Seven hundred thousand all on clothes (let's go) (Keed talk to 'em)

I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
I just told Lil' Melly pull up with it, let it loose, yeah (what else?)
High top Versace, ankle protector on my shoes (high top)
She a real hottie thottie, she fuck me good, I pay for her boobs (hottie thottie)
Yeah, my snakes real slimy, yeah, they slidin' for some Loubs (what?)
They rockin' crochet braids, Chrome Heart glasses too (what else?)
Hit your mans up then pay his dues, yeah, you know he through
They put a advance on these bands, shit, I'm throwin' that to the roof, oh yeah (let's go)

Shawty wanna fuck I hit the Melvin dance (mwah-ha-ha-ha)
Runnin' up a check and I be with my mans (with my mans)
These are Dolce, these are not no Vans (not no Vans)
All I talk is money, do you understand? (Understand)
I might whack your mama, I might whack your man (whack your man)
Almost didn't hit me, I won't pop no Xans (pop no Xans)
OMG, she see me, that ho will.i.am (yeah)
Kill your ass, haha, I am
I told you that I was gon' make it (make it)
Look at the beast that you created (why you did that?)
Now it's mine, 'cause you my slime and I didn't take shit
Now it's mine, 'cause you my slime and we gon' take shit
And I swear

I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
I just told Lil' Melly pull up with it, let it loose, yeah (what else?)
High top Versace, ankle protector on my shoes (high top)
She a real hottie thottie, she fuck me good, I pay for her boobs (hottie thottie)
Yeah, my snakes real slimy, yeah, they slidin' for some Loubs (what?)
They rockin' crochet braids, Chrome Heart glasses too (what else?)
Hit your mans up then pay his dues, yeah, you know he through
They put a advance on these bands, shit, I'm throwin' that to the roof, oh yeah (let's go)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Antwain Fox, Jamell Demons, Raqhid Jevon Render, Symere Woods, Tahj Morgan