PAROLES
[Intro: Lil Keed]
(1209, please)
Yeah
Got Hood Baby with me, yeah
Real hood baby, yeah
(30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)
Woo, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
No, me, I ain’t struggled in a minute
‘Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
‘Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don’t want a trophy with ’em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers, all y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes, I don’t want no business with you
[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Them bricks in the mattress, them birds in the attic
Don’t fuck with no peons, no mice, and no rabbits
I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping
And you of you rappers, you [?]
I [?]
And all of my shooters, they action, no jakes
My ho, she cheating on me but I can care less ’cause I’m tripping all out in Cali’
My ho out in Cali’, her hair match the [?]
I’m chilling with her friends, I’m living real slatty
These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke
We treat it like [?] we go lasertagging
I hopped on the Rolls, the curtain was closed
[?]
No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider
We put on big diamonds in traffic
Just all I’m saying is
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
No, me, I ain’t struggled in a minute
‘Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
‘Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don’t want a trophy with ’em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers, all y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes, I don’t want no business with you
[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
Too slimy, we play with your mental
Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner
They didn’t want smoke, boy, we made ’em surrender
Slept on the jet, me and [?]
Pop one for the streets ’cause I really came from nothing
With 24, he Heavy, that slime, I be daily
Equipped with them blickys, you trapping, we ready
Equipped with this money and came with a [?]
Off a Perc’ and an Adderal, I feel meditated
Straight out the hood, they killing [?]
Thousand betters, thousand tell ’em to bet it
Trackhawk, no [?] I really be getting it
Ain’t got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist
I still eat at Denny’s, this drip, we got plently
We dressin’ like Virgol, come get dripped in ‘Venchy
That bitch ain’t expensive [?]
That ho for the gang, don’t let that bitch trick you
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
No, me, I ain’t struggled in a minute
‘Cause all I do is handle business
In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh
Then I make my way to Lenox
Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it
‘Cause these niggas tryna come and take something
Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent
But I ain’t tryna comment on it
And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm
And these niggas sore losers, I don’t want a trophy with ’em
I’ll never understand y’all rappers, all y’all do is copy niggas
Y’all niggas real hoes, I don’t want no business with you
