[Intro: Lil Keed]
Oh-ah, ah
Hey like- They like how they marchin' for them
Know what I’m sayin'?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm kinda beat down in this shit
No rap cap
Keed talk to ’em

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My bitch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't fuck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap shit (Keed talk to 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
All I know is get the front in and the back in (Keed talk to ’em)
All I know is you not what you say you is (Keed talk to ’em)
Yeah, these diamonds frosty just like Wendy (Just like Wendy)
And I'm smokin’ shit, it smell worse than stеm leaf (Oh-oh-oh)
Babe don't ask questions, gеt low like you told me
I'll never tell yo' secrets, just know you owe me
I ain’t stand none of these hoes 'cause none of these hoes really love me
Y'all n***as ain't none get back, oh
You know you not like that, no, oh
They don't want smoke, they don't needa fight back, oh
Got a choppa, you don't see the beam on it, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, y'all n***as stop shit, being no
I never ever gave my heart to you
I would never post to put my trust in you
Lately I been buying a whole lotta foreign shoes
Sob 42 (Keed talk to 'em)
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My bitch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't fuck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap shit (Keed talk to 'em)

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Lifesaver, she need a lifesaver
'Cause the bitch inside that water I can't save her
What the fuck wrong with this hoe, think I'ma date her
Big Glock with a dick, I masturbate her (Woo, woo)
Big Glock, big Glocks, send a pussy n***a to Hell (Pewm, pewm)
Then bring him back, if he do good send him back up to Heaven (Good boy)
N***a talk shit, hell nah n***a, AK-47 (Bow)
Insta bang on the drac
Fuck the bitch she fake
Heard the titties fake, ass fake, super flapping (Flapping bitch)
Got them racks, and I check my boy a Versace jacket
This a deater baby, a deater baby
And I'm whipping up the white just like a needle baby (Slatt)
Put the wrist under the mattress
Pussy ass n***a you a actress
Pistol make a pussy hit a backflip
And that bitch outed from the Saks store
Michael Jackson, diamond dancing, moonwalking so we dollars
Fucking on your thot she say she like my yellow balenciagas
Ooh, musty, socks, yes
Hunnid round drum, Gucci fox
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My bitch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't fuck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap shit (Keed talk to 'em)