Artist: Lil Keed Album: Its Up (S) Song: Its Up Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics (Yeah, what 'bout them Huh, yeah, what 'bout them Ooh, yeah, what 'bout them Fore'n Wassup? Oh lord, Jetson made another one Keed talk to 'em) Walked in, walked in, this Bentley truck is crawlin' Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin' I'm just gettin' these frontends, these backends, these racks in Nigga, fuck your plug, heard he taxin', we whack him Bitch, I'm ballin' out, I got bad bitches in my house, yeah Yeah, that ho too lazy, I get in her mouth then I kick her out Yeah, Chanel shoebox full of racks, no safe in the house Yeah, these bitches see me bring these racks to the club, they fallin' out I'ma Milly Rock, yeah, with that Richard Mille Yeah, these niggas envy, put racks on their head like beanies [?] pack, but it was not rented Yeah, these racks in my pants extra green like spinach Ooh, ooh, in this ho mouth Like she lost her tooth, with some Crips too But I'm big Blood, blatt, blatt, shoot at his roof YSL the gang, she said this chain, she tryna choke Bitch, I'm with your ho, yeah, yeah, with your ho Last night with your ho, the whole gang did your ho Pass her back, bro, that's so you aught to know She heard he low, yeah, I'm jerkin' in her throat Huh, she know that these racks in I remember back then, she was actin', I don't need no help with no backend Glock with a dick, I ain't wrestlin', might go, Draco A hundred shots, we ain't wrestlin', huh, yeah I go put a backend up, I put my main ho up Now that her best friend know, slime got a blicky, aye, yeah Kick that ho right out this box, I put my power in there Yeah, when they see me, know they red flaggin', yeah Back from my boy [?], chk, chk, yeah, go And we just left LA, smokin' exotic strands, yeah Yeah, yeah, CC, cop 'em by the pairs Yeah, yeah, just off Triller, I make a mil' Yeah, yeah, double CC on the chairs Yeah, yeah, havin' Fear of God drip for real Yeah, yeah, snake on the shirts, not no bears Yeah, yeah, chopper hit him, hope he had a will Yeah, yeah, Keed gon' get these racks up early mornin' Gettin' in, yeah, I love these racks Yeah, we smokin' OG while I count these racks Yeah, we smoked your OG 'cause he is a rat Yeah, young handsome [?] Yeah, these hoes annoying, in the trap house, they blowin' me My way, boy, he be smokin' shit just like he more leaf Opp nigga, I ain't runnin', nigga, try me, they gon' charge me You talkin' 'bout I changed, nah, bitch, you just borin' She said, "Man, you changin'", nah, nah, uh, uh