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[Intro]
Lil Keis on the beat boy
You already know this that motherf*ckin' Gold On Deck mixtape
You know what I'm sayin
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No pen (Lil Keis on the beat boy)
No hook
No motherf*ckin' chorus

[Verse]
b*tch I'm flexed up
Feelin' like a lick
If this was the NFL then I'm first round pick
I dove in the ocean
Hoes on my di*k
Gold everywhere I ain't even gotta flex
I'm jumpin' out the gym
Numbers by the ten
Swag by the kilo, I swag like the east coast
I got this sh*t on lock
You n*ggas can't f*ck with me
But all you n*ggas stuck with me
You gettin' money then you lucky G, this economy
Got me stuntin' on a b*tch
It's two hundred fifty k on that red Bentley b*tch
Dre
Why you sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, I don't know dawg
I still do it
b*tch I'm on
Hoes hit my phone I'm like b*tch leave me 'lone
Kush is my cologne
Lil Keis on that beat
Ocean Gang on repeat, damn I'm the f*ckin' sh*t
Lil Dre I hit the block imma represent
Twenty four carats
Rose gold, hoes staring at the new McLaren
Doors goin' up
Party goin' up, n*ggas not givin' a f*ck
Ocean Gang mob
And you know I'm splashin, I whip the work and came back like this sh*t magic
Jumpin' out the gym
Jumpin' out the gym
I'm flexin' ten bars all my n*ggas goin' in
Power up
n*gga power up
Beast mode pop a pill pop ya collar bruh
Pimp sh*t
I got a lotta hoes
I got a lotta cars
I got a lotta clothes
I'm bussin at my foes
The M.O. unlimited
Windows is tinted b*tch
Lil Dre
I came out the water and I'm reppin' my gang
PBM when I flame n*ggas know what I claim
Lil Keis on the beat
Knock a n*gga off his feet
Catch me in the fast lane and I'm sh*ttin' on you suckas
I ain't never been no lollipop, don't play me like no sucka
That AK I'll rush ya
Pistol with that automatic
n*ggas swervin up in traffic
Dissin' imma let 'em have it
When I die, write my name in the sky
I'll never tell a lie
Goddamn I'm so fly
A mil' when I'm skating
A hundred million dollars came back just be patient
The whole world waitin'
The f*ck n*ggas hatin'
But all them b*tches lovin' me
I came out the ocean
This sh*t is lookin lovely, Soulja
Boy, tell em what ya did
Mane I'm first round pick goddamn I'm the sh*t
n*ggas ain't really ready for that [?]
Tote that long ass choppa like I'm Tony Montana
Got a couple million dollars underground in Atlanta
If you disrespect my team, n*gga I'll kill ya
I ain't never gave a f*ck
Chain cost a million
Catch me [?] on that leather wood grippin'
Pistol on my hip goddamn I ain't slippin'
n*gga pay attention I ain't gotta keep [?]
Standin' in the club on the couch in the VIP
Icy as the chandelier now the hoe tryna see me
All these n*ggas hatin'
n*gga be patient, imma kick a hunnid million all my n*ggas gonna feel this
Gold grill, gold on deck
Lil Keis on the beat hunnid mil' on my neck
f*ck what you heard b*tch, Soulja got a check
Ridin' through my hood and my whole squad finesse
Flex
Ocean gang or f*ckin' drown
I came in the club smellin' like a whole pound
n*ggas flexin'
They ain't gettin' paper though
Word around town
Soulja gettin' paper hoe
[Outro]
Lil Keis on the beat