[Intro]
YoungBoy Brown, on my kid!

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it’s more than a dent
I ain't asking questions, I don't care what he did
I ain’t trippin' we go to war with these riches
[?] than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains
[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Yeah, me and Wunna a whole 'nother wave
Told you before, ain't gon’ tell you again
Load up the truck, we gon’ come where you stay
If we can't find you, we gon’ hit up the friends

[Verse 2: Gunna]
[?] hit up the friends (Hit up)
I pay a bounty to hunt down your kids
Icy the climate, it blow like the wind
She suck that dick, leave the nut on her chin
All in LA with the big body Bent
Curtain in the back, I don't need any tint
[?] the rent
I spotted the Ritz, I really got rich
Please [?] take a look at my wrist
Hot boy diamonds, they trickle like this (Hot boy)
Gold Sky Dweller same color the cris
I go with your bitch to eat at Ruth Chris
Yeah, now I'm in LA with a house on the hills
Crib in Bel Air, you can call me uncle Phil
Known to keep it real, I don't care how you feel
I hit a hater talking, n***a aww that’s a kill
How my n***as ride like the Cadillac de Ville
Hang with the [?] known to always keep it real
Love the shopping [?] feel
I been dripping, now it spill
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent
I ain't asking questions, I don't care what he did
I ain't trippin' we go to war with these riches
[?] than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains

[Verse 3: Young 5150]
Ay got the guns all around me (uh huh)
Mack 11 shoot him down (on god)
Bitch you actin like a clown( yea yea)
Imma king where my crown (yea yea)
Imma break a bitch down (yea yea)
Money all in my house (yea yea)
Benjamin all around (uh huh)
Benjamin bitch I'm in Japan (yea)
In Japan getting fuckin Yen (cash)
Bad bitch wanna get it in (smash)
On my fuckin wrist was the president (yea)
Presidential Watch you can't get that shit (yea)
Cause im too real and im too legit (yea)
Too rich yea we can't quit (uh)
Babygirl Mack 11 (grrrah)
Put yo mans on the pavement okay (uh)
Shoot him once he ain't movin
I be up in my Benz
I don't really give no shit bitch (yea)
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Mac 11 hit 'em yeah it's more than a dent (bitch)
I ain't asking questions, I don't care what he did (bitch)
I ain't trippin' we go to war with these riches (bitch)
[?] than a bitch, yeah
I'm making all the assists, yeah
We vibe inside a pent, yeah
I just been stylin' shit, yeah
Tell yo bitch hurry
I stuck the bands in the Amiris (Miri)
Mason Margiela, make it dirty
Spent racks on me, don't worry
Glock got a Curry, 30
On the block like Herbert Curry (yea)
Stick hit em' in the chest, we purging (yea)
Pulled out the Draco then closed curtains (yea)