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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Tarik Amir Davis
Tarik Amir Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MookToven
MookToven
Producer

Lyrics

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven Yeah Hood baby, let's go Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (let's go) Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' (Keed, talk to 'em) Uh, uh, uh, my skinny jeans got the mumps (woo) Pullin' up Draco, chopper like a stump (Draco) Yeah we pullin' up draco, put 'em in the trunk Call Stick Baby up, he shootin' shit just for fun (let's go) Bitch tryna roll my weed, ho go'n on What the fuck you in the trap for you don't whip that bowl (fuck you doin') Pullin' up Aventador, suicide doors I was a big dog, I got her out her clothes And we ain't shoot no one (uh-uh) All I see is blue cheese wrapped up in my palms (racks) Got a 40, not a pump Smokin' backwood full of skunk Got the stick in front, not the trunk (let's go) Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (let's go) Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' (Keed, talk to 'em) Nah, I don't do no playin' with 'em Catch us a hot box and we do the numbers I had that hoe suck me, yeah she said it was an honor (slurp) I might didn't graduate but I still count them commas (Keed, talk to 'em) Pocket lookin' extra cheesy, ain't talkin' lasagna (racks) Diamonds on my siblings, diamonds on my mama (woo) I'm drip or drown, good morning Glock in my tight, lil' nigga, it'll be a bloody summer Me and XX slime his grandmama out, yeah, for the commas (Chapo) Back then I was gettin' some racks in, yeah, yeah Don't play with me, it be a tragic (play with me) Big gats, yeah, and black caddy's Disappear, pussy nigga, I ain't talkin' magic Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (let's go) Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em) No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin' No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don't do no playin'
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, . Mooktoven Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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