Keri Hilson
Lil Yachty, Jban$2turnt, Draft Day
Big gang shit, man boy
On God, nigga (yeah) uh huh
My nigga Draft Day in this muhfucka, man
For real
I had to back up the Bentley
White body the Maseri (Go)
These niggas sweet like some bakery
Diamonds they hit like the
Muhfuckin' sunshine
I got my brothers, they with me
They front line (Yep)
Talkin' that shit, you get put on a plate
We don't play, eat your face
Got a K, for every bitch that I hit in the A
I lost count, nigga (Uh)
I had to bring out the racks, nigga (Racks)
It's all smiles in my capital
I had to make a new avenue (O oh)
I had to stack up some revenue (Woo)
Lost track of time
But the Richard Mille on my left
Wrist cost a house or two
Flexin' hard, I'm only twenty-two (O oh)
Ran up a M in camo
Boy, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P
I'm a No Limit soldier young nigga got ammo
Run 'round my A with the stick like I'm Rambo
(Frrt) fifty-five hundred my sandals
Beatin' that bitch in the back of the bando
(Beat her) the lights, we lit up a candle
I'm in the UK with my bitch, we at Nandos
She ride that dick with no handles
Never be out, and I'm rare, it's a Van Gogh
Never be seen outside and not strapped
Got the ammo
Twenty-five racks in my mouth (Ice)
Fifty-five racks on my wrist (Bling)
And he gon speak on the house (No, no)
Well, flex on a nigga for thinkin' it's sweet
Fuck on a rap nigga bitch, then I sleep
Fifty-eight racks I had spent on a suite
(yeah) huh? Just for three nights, to sleep
Yeah, go, yeah, come on, I'm on it
And I move like the Hilton
Give a bitch the dick
Watch her thank me like pilgrims
Ball like Dominique Wilkins
Sticks on top of sticks
Don't get hit in front of your children
Atlanta gettin' burnt
I might move out to Milton (Burnt)
(Nah, for real) choppa sing like Keri Hilson
(Yes) , sing like Keri Hilson
Choppa sing like Keri Hilson (Yes)
Choppa sing like Keri Hilson
(Yes) , sing like Keri Hilson
Choppa sing like Keri Hilson
I might move to Milton
Give a bitch a dollar and she
Swear to God she milkin'
I got eyes everywhere, no cappin'
Free my niggas fillin' them bars, nigga
No rappin' part 2: "Shootout"
(feat lil Yachty & JBan$2Turnt)
Yeah, klrt, shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt
(Ayy) , shootout, klrt (Ayy) , shootout
Klrt (Ayy)
Shootout, klrt, shootout, shootout
Klrt, shootout, klrt
(My fuckin' earring fell out
Inside my headphone)
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt shootout, shootout, shootout
Ooh, I run that sack up, bands
Glory boy the stance
Fresher than some manners (O oh)
Pistol on my mans
(Shootout, boom) , in his hand
You tough on live but in
Person you have rents
Man someone get this nigga momma
‘fore I grip the llama
AKs like Osama, Teen Spirit like Nirvana
(Shootout, shootout, klrt)
Land the Lear right on the landing strip
(Err, err)
Got no fear, fear, diamonds in my ear, ear
(Go)
Klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt, shootout, klrt
(Bitch, pussy)
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt
(yeah) , shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, shootout
Klrt, shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt shootout, shootout, shootout
Who hot? (Hot) Slide through the city with
The roof off (yeah)
Spark plugs kick, 220 on the
Dash, gotta sit, lil' nigga, gon' get lost
(Uh) yeah, the Richard cost 250
(yeah) , my bitch got ass and titties (yeah)
So much money I got
(Uh) , the shit could last a century
(Let's go) yeah, flrrt, yeah, flrrt, yeah
Flrrt who hot? (yeah) You not (Flrrt)
Red dot on my target cross the map
(Brrt) , X ‘em out
These niggas in they feelings
‘bout these hoes
(These niggas in they feelings
‘bout these hoes, Bitch ass nigga, yeah)
Klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt, shootout, klrt
(Bitch, pussy)
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt
(Fuck) , shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, shootout
Klrt, shootout, klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt (JBan$)
Shootout, shootout, shootout
I've been rockin' Plain Jane Patek (Woo)
And I got an iced out bitch (Let's go)
Her first time seeing real gold (Bitch)
That's how you know a nigga ain't shit (God)
She never been this high (High)
Feelin' like she snortin' a whole brick
I just fit a Rollie on my cups (Rollie)
I ain’t never ever gon' kick it
(Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Itchy, icky, off Perc's, this shit get sticky
(Woo)
Uh, licky, licky, what I do got is drippin'
They know that I get money
I’m really pimpin' (I'm pimpin', bitch)
Ten on his head (Head)
Walk down, and it's gon' be a- (JBan$)
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt
Shootout, klrt, shootout, klrt, shootout
Klrt shootout, shootout, shootout
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