Litty lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed]
Oh-ah, ah
Hey like- They like how they marchin' for them
Know what I’m sayin'?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm kinda beat down in this sh*t
No rap cap
Keed talk to ’em

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My b*tch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't f*ck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap sh*t (Keed talk to 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
All I know is get the front in and the back in (Keed talk to ’em)
All I know is you not what you say you is (Keed talk to ’em)
Yeah, these diamonds frosty just like Wendy (Just like Wendy)
And I'm smokin’ sh*t, it smell worse than stеm leaf (Oh-oh-oh)
Babe don't ask questions, gеt low like you told me
I'll never tell yo' secrets, just know you owe me
I ain’t stand none of these hoes 'cause none of these hoes really love me
Y'all n*ggas ain't none get back, oh
You know you not like that, no, oh
They don't want smoke, they don't needa fight back, oh
Got a choppa, you don't see the beam on it, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, y'all n*ggas stop sh*t, being no
I never ever gave my heart to you
I would never post to put my trust in you
Lately I been buying a whole lotta foreign shoes
Sob 42 (Keed talk to 'em)
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My b*tch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't f*ck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap sh*t (Keed talk to 'em)

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Lifesaver, she need a lifesaver
'Cause the b*tch inside that water I can't save her
What the f*ck wrong with this hoe, think I'ma date her
Big Glock with a di*k, I masturbate her (Woo, woo)
Big Glock, big Glocks, send a pus*y n*gga to Hell (Pewm, pewm)
Then bring him back, if he do good send him back up to Heaven (Good boy)
n*gga talk sh*t, hell nah n*gga, AK-47 (Bow)
Insta bang on the drac
f*ck the b*tch she fake
Heard the titties fake, ass fake, super flapping (Flapping b*tch)
Got them racks, and I check my boy a Versace jacket
This a deater baby, a deater baby
And I'm whipping up the white just like a needle baby (Slatt)
Put the wrist under the mattress
pus*y ass n*gga you a actress
Pistol make a pus*y hit a backflip
And that b*tch outed from the Saks store
Michael Jackson, diamond dancing, moonwalking so we dollars
f*cking on your thot she say she like my yellow balenciagas
Ooh, musty, socks, yes
Hunnid round drum, Gucci fox
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Neck, lit, wrist, lit
My b*tch, lit, these chains hit
Got a carbon with a drum, du-du, yeah (Grrt)
Think I'm tryna cuff your hoe? You better think again
I roll 'em back to back fat
She wanna smoke with Wheezy
Yeah, we billy cap back, the top messy
I don't f*ck none of y'all broke hoes, y'all messy
All I know is add digits, I don't know some trap sh*t (Keed talk to 'em)