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[Intro: Lil Keed]
(Ayo Jee, you did it again)
(Wio got it turnt)
(Damn Dior)
Yeah, hahahaha

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (Yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all n***as can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 7.62 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
At this point I don't care about nothin'
Just my daughter, my mama, my money (Slatt, slatt)
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all fuck boys
Treat 'em like a trash truck, n***a, then dump 'em
Yeah, went and secured out the house
Yeah, I put cameras outside, know when y'all fuck boys comin'
Saw the Draco hanging out my daughter window when we pull up, ain't no n***a gonna run
Think you saw me for nothin', boy, you too crazy
They ain't takin' my shit, you get broad day
Yeah, you know what gon' happen, so play crazy
Yeah, shot after shot, yeah, your car sprayed
It's an opp after opp getting laid down
Yeah, she my mopper, she mop 'til I'm all out
She put me outta order, goddamn, gotta wait 'til the next round
Winter frosted diamonds
First came in, went 'bout a minute
I ain't a big fan of Fendi
But we'll go Cha-nay-nay
And ain't talkin' Martin, n***a
I get high like a Martian, n***a
Leave that boy stiff like an action figure
Me and Spider and Gunna some big drippers
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (Yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all n***as can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 7.62 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wunna got Ms, yeah, the Bugatti way
Back of the 'Bach like a living room space
I feel too fly in this new [?]
I flew in two vibes, now we on a date
Keep it lowkey, my business off of shade (Ahh)
You mention my name, it's a [?] pay
[?] slime for a little piece of change
I wouldn't slime my brother, yeah, loyalty in my vein
Yeah, young Gunna mainstream
Used to [?] but we can't do the same thing
I'm a walking cash register, ching ching
'Round my neck, [?] some bling bling
This is [?] Givenchy, you never seen
Need a sound check, you stealing my melodies
Gunna doc' and you hoes like a pedigree, yeah, yeah...
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (Yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all n***as can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 7.62 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah