歌词
Yeah, what 'bout now?
Huh, yeah, what 'bout now?
Ooh, yeah, what 'bout now?
(Fore'n)
It's up
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em
[Chorus]
Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck is crawlin'
Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin'
I'm just gettin' these front-ends, these back-ends, these racks in (No cap)
*****, **** your plug, heard he taxin', we whack him (Yeah)
*****, I'm ballin' out, I got bad ******* at my house, yeah (No cap)
Yeah, that hoe too lazy, I get in her mouth then I kick her out (Boom-boom-boom)
Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, these ******* see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out
[Verse]
I'ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
Yeah, these *****s envy, put racks on their head like beanies (Rack, rack, racks)
****, I crashed the scat pack, but it was not rented
Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach (Say what)
Woo (Keed talk to 'em), woo, yeah, in this hoe mouth like she lost her tooth
With some Crips too, huh
But I'm big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot out this roof
YSL the gang, she see the chain, she trying to choose (Slatt-slatt)
*****, I'm wit' yo' hoe, yeah, yeah, wit' yo' hoe (Slatt-slatt)
Last night wit' yo' hoe, the whole gang did your hoe (Slatt-slatt)
Pass her back, bro, yeah, that's all you ought to know
****, I heard he love her, ****, I'm just gettin' in her throat (Oh, you, ****, Keed talk to 'em)
Huh, yeah, she know that these racks in
I remember back then, she was actin'
I don't need no help wit' no back-end
Glock with a ****, I ain't wrestlin'
My gold Draco a hundred shots, we ain't wrestlin', huh
Yeah, I go put a back-end up
I put my main hoe up
Nut in her best friend, though
Slime got a blicky, yeah, yeah (Damn)
Kicked that hoe right out the spot' cause I put my power in it, yeah
Yah, when they see me, know they red flaggin', yeah
Back 'fore my boy goes, "Chk-chk", yeah
And we just left LA, smokin' exotic strains, yeah (LA)
Yeah, yeah, CC, cop 'em by the pairs (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil'
Yeah, yeah, double CC on the chairs (Chaney-ney)
Yeah, yeah, havin' Fear of God drip for real
Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears
Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he left a will
Yeah, yeah, Lil Keed, he gon' get these racks
Up early mornin' gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks
Yeah, we smokin' OG while countin' these racks
Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat
Yeah, your hair so oily and curly, no need for oil sheen
Yeah, these hoes annoying, every chance they get they blowin' me
My white boy, he be smokin' that sack just like he Marley
Nah, *****, I ain't worried, *****, ***** try me, they gon' charge me
She talkin' 'bout I changed, I said, "Nah, *****, you just borin''
She talkin' 'bout I changed- (**** is you talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, uh, uh
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