Keri Hilson / Shootout lyrics

[Part I: "Keri Hilson"]

[Intro: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
Big gang sh*t, man
Boy
On God, n*gga (Yeah)
Uh-huh
My n*gga Draft Day in this motherf*cker, man, for real

[Verse 1: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
I had to back up the Bentley, wide body the masonry (Go)
These n*ggas sweet like some bakery
Diamonds, they hit like the motherf*ckin' sunshine
I got my brothers, they with me, they front line (Yep)
Talkin' that sh*t, you get put on a plate
We don't play, eat your face
Got a K for every b*tch that I hit in the A
I lost count, n*gga
Uh, I had to bring out the racks, n*gga (Racks)
It's all smiles in my capital
I had to make a new avenue (Ooh)
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 (Ooh)
Ran up an M in camo
Boy, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P, I'm a No Limit soldier, young n*gga got ammo
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Run 'round my A with the stick like I'm Rambo (Frrt)
Fifty-five hundred my sandals
Beatin' that b*tch in the back of the bando (Beat her)
No lights, we lit up a candle
I'm in UK with my b*tch, we at Nando's
She ride that di*k with no handles
Never be out, I'm 'bout rare as a Van Gogh
Never not seen, ever strap 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 n*gga for thinkin' it's sweet
f*ck on a rap n*gga b*tch, then I sleep
Fifty-eight racks I had spent on a suite (Yeah)
Huh, just for three nights, to sleep
And I move like the Hilton
Give a b*tch the di*k, 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 (Burn, nah, for real)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper sing like Keri Hilson (Yes), sing like Keri Hilson
Chopper sing like Keri Hilson (Yes)
Yeah, chopper sing like Keri Hilson (Yes), sing like Keri Hilson
Chopper sing like Keri Hilson, I might move to Milton
Give a b*tch a dollar and she swear to God she milkin'
I got eyes everywhere, no cappin'
Free my n*ggas fillin' them bars, man, no rappin'
[Part II: "Shootout"]

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Draft Day]
Yeah, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt (Ayy), shootout, grrt (Ayy), shootout, grrt (Ayy)
Shootout, grrt, shootout, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (My f*ckin' earring fell out inside my headphone)
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, shootout, shootout

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ooh, run that sack up, bands
Glory Boy the stance, fresher than some manners
Ooh, pistol on my mans (Shootout, boom), in his hand
Yeah, you tough online, but in person, you had ran
Man someone get this n*gga mama ‘fore I grip the llama
AKs like Osama, teen spirit like Nirvana (Shootout, shootout, grrt)
Land the Lear right on the landing strip, err, err
Got no fear, fear, diamonds in my ear, ear (Go)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (b*tch, pus*y)
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (Yeah), shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, shootout, shootout
[Verse 2: Draft Day]
Who hot? (Hot)
Slide through the city with the roof off (Yeah)
Spark plugs kick, 220 on the dash, gotta sit, lil' n*gga, gon' get lost (Uh)
Yeah, the Richard cost 250 (Yeah)
My b*tch got ass and titties (Yeah)
So much money I got (Uh), the sh*t 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 'em out (Brrt), X ‘em out
These n*ggas in they feelings ‘bout these hoes (These n*ggas is b*tches, n*gga)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & JBan$2Turnt]
Grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (b*tch, pus*y)
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (f*ck), shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt (JBan$)
Shootout, shootout, shootout

[Verse 3: JBan$2Turnt]
I've been rockin' Plain Jane Patek (Woo)
And I got an iced out b*tch (Let's go)
Her first time seeing a real GOAT (b*tch)
Now she know a n*gga ain't sh*t (God)
She ain't never been this high (High)
Feelin' like she snortin' a whole brick
I just fit a Rollie on my cups (Rollie)
I ain’t never ever gon' kick it (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Itchy, icky, off Percs, this sh*t get sticky (Woo)
Uh, licky, licky, what I do got her drippin'
They know that I get money, I’m really pimpin' (I'm pimpin', b*tch)
Ten on his head (Head)
Walk down and it's gon' be a— (JBan$)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt, shootout, grrt
Shootout, shootout, shootout