[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Ay DeCicco, what up my n***a?
Let's go, let's go
Keed talk to 'em!

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] bitch you hear the exhaust
N***a play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n***as like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Pesh Mayweather]
Don't take the mob and they be what I'm reppin' and that 'til the death of me
You blowin' her phone up and textin' that bitch but she layin' right next to me
Might be on ecstasy we not the same there's a major discrepancy
I done found out the recipe, n***a this is my destiny
Lookin' for pictures [?]
Shoot up your hood all you seen was smoke
Then [?] like a Cleveland coach
One of a kind you ain't seen before
Her beautiful mind just like [?]
In an old school sittin' on a hundred spokes
These n***as [?] like a checkerboard
Pull up in something you can't afford
With a bad bitch that you can't ignore
Yeah that's my young bool no mantador
We waving red flags like a mantador
Fuck did you think that they can't afford
Strapped with a Tony Montana torch
Pesh he the hardest Atlanta boy
Been rapping on duct tape and alley boy
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] bitch you hear the exhaust
N***a play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n***as like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Pesh Mayweather]
I'm the wrong n***a to fuck with
Ride with no [?] got a stick in the cut
[?] got me booted on muddy
I'm so geeked up my state of mind be fucked
[?] don't try to play me
Bitch I go hard, y'all are fugazi
I got a team full of shooters like KD
My trap going crazy like crack in the 80's
[?] cartel going brazy
She poppin' her pussy for me so amazing
She look like she asian and mixed with caucasian
Pesh in the building a special occasion
[?] red it's bloody invasion
You n***as ain't throwin' no money you playin'
We been having paper what the fuck is you sayin'
Fuck all the hating with no hesitation
Shoot the bitch up when [?]
[?] outside and they waitin'
[?]
I'm going crazy I'm fucking retarded
In the city of Atlanta, I'm the hardest
I bust yo head in broad daylight regardless
Cause I beat the charges, I'm on that mob shit
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] bitch you hear the exhaust
N***a play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n***as like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah