Wop - Lil Keed

(Turn up, wow, you made this?) Grr, baow! Mr. I-cannot-go-back (I cannot go back, whoa) Mr. What's-that-in-the-bag? (Huh, what is it?) Mr. Spirit got me (turn me up, turn me up) Mr. Spirit got me (okay) Fresh (crank, crank), freshy (ayy, ayy) Fresh (woo, woo), freshy (okay) Fresh, freshy (ayy) Fresh (hey, hey, hey), freshy (what?) Nobody fresher than him (nobody) I told you, I tell it again (yeah) Lift it up all to the one (lift it up) The creator, the father of man (yeah) Fresher than all of the opps (fresher than) I tell 'em don't try again (haha) Better not play with his (better not play with his) Better not play with his kid (yeah) I am a freshman I'm not a yes man (last time I checked, woo) Wash off the dead man Don't need a sweatband (cool and collect) Fresher than fresh, man Follow the best plan (slow down, slow down) Leading my path, Lord Wherever I'm stepping Wow (what's up?) He smell so nice I'm glad that you said it, ain't have to use credit My father said He paid that price He covered it all, made that right But what 'bout the dark? Made the light (come on) If you don't believe it Then come take a look at my life gone (outta here) What do they call him? Mr. I-cannot-go-back (I cannot go back, whoa) Mr. What's-that-in-the-bag? (Huh, what is it?) Mr. Spirit got me (turn me up, turn me up) Mr. Spirit got me (okay) Fresh (crank, crank), freshy (ayy, ayy) Fresh (woo, woo), freshy (okay) Fresh, freshy (ayy) Fresh (hey, hey, hey), freshy (what?) Andre 3K tag on a sofa Ice cream paint job, cold, Minnesota Pop out, big mouth, talk 'bout Jehovah Fresh like Double Mint, fresh like hold up (That's really fresh) Wait, flag on the play (okay) Turn on the news, you see God on the way (okay) Tell me what side you on (what side?) I'm back in my bag today (my bag) Holy man over me (uh-huh) Demon gone back away Told 'em scoot-scoot-scoot-scoot-scoot (scoot) Really spending time, not a rook-rook-rook (no cap) Sent His only son, what it took-took-took (Jesus) Wanna learn the voice of God? Hop in that book-book-book (Go 'head and read some) go! What is my name? Mr. I-cannot-go-back (I cannot go back, whoa, no way!) Mr. What's-that-in-the-bag? (Huh, what is it?) Mr. Spirit got me (turn me up, turn me up) Mr. Spirit got me (okay) Fresh (crank, crank), freshy (ayy, ayy) Fresh (woo, woo), freshy (okay) Fresh, freshy (ayy) Fresh (hey, hey, hey), freshy (what?)

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)