[Intro: Lil Keed]
Got it on smash
Nah, real n***a shit, know what I'm sayin?
(Mario)
I saw myself found by you
Oh, oh
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
I'm going fast
I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
Not goin' out sad
This for my bros who been here all along
I got your back
I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no n***a, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
I'll never let you go back to what you're used to
Tryna show you somethin' different, but you didn't have no clue
You can have her back, bro, yeah, I been smashed, ooh-ooh
It wasn't what I thought it was, yeah, I had to tell the truth
Just 'cause I'm in that Bentley
Don't think I won't shoot out in broad day
Say Conley money be the best money
Got trap houses out the four way
And I ain't never been a scared, n***a
All my young n***a wildin'
And all I hang around is dreadheads
Platted up like rastas
Montana shootin' at your damn head
Yeah, real top shotta
He handle his business and go to bed
He ain't even think about you
Diamonds on your toes and nose, baby
Love the way they look on you
That pussy might not be talkin' 'bout nothin'
But you got some good lips on you
We slime 'em out, gotta slime 'em all the way can't even leave nothin'
I'm with Crips, but I'm bleeding
I'm posted on 250 Bleveland
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
I'm going fast
I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
Not goin' out sad
This for my bros who been here all along
I got your back
I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no n***a, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I'ma keep my pole
I'ma stand ten toes
Gotta ride with my bros
Just like a junkie, we want smoke
I done seen n***as act hard and fold
Watch these n***as go out sad for these hoes
The same ho fucked the gang and they gold
Young n***a cold, neck full of gold
I done had me some long nights on that road
Trappin' hard, talkin' bout rain, sleet or the snow
Gotta go hard, get a bankroll
Play yo' card, n***a, be bold
Seen so much shit that I never told
Yeah, this shit get hard, but I never fold
Thirty-two shots in the Glock, when I pop and I make 'em get low (Vrrah, get low)
Bitch ain't crazy, yeah, she know who got them low (Bitch ain't crazy)
I'm with Lil Keed, Hood Baby wipe your nose (Bleveland Ave)
Pockets stay on swoll, haters fall like dominoes
I don't fuck around, no, no, I have young n***as at your front door (Let's go)
I'm in a brand new coupe, this shit so fast
Got a bag, can't look back
N***as mad, I just laugh (Ha)
I bust down with the hood, don't crash
I bust down my wrist, just dance, huh
Droppin' the top on the coupe, blowin' this cash
Just like a fan
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
I'm going fast
I'm rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
Not goin' out sad
This for my bros who been here all along
I got your back
I dip out there all by my lonely, I don't need no n***a, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah and I'ma keep my pole