Give Em Hell

Lyrics

Bloublood, you know what I'm sayin'? ) [Chorus: Lil Keed] We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with this money, boy My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and zaza And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught, woah, woah, woah [Verse 1: Lil Keed] They don't even know, but I ain't had nothin', for real Been gettin' caught up with these hoes, nah, for real And before the fame, nigga, I was always drillin' I'ma leave a stain on the block like I bleached it (Yeah) And the Maybach got hydraulics, you hear it screechin' (Woah) I'm just manifestin' (Woah), and certain shit, I cannot speak it (Woah, woah) And my parter blow that fire, it's loud like a speaker I'm not playin' with none of y'all young niggas, my drip is lethal I'm a product of my environment, yeah, I fucked up some millions I got hunger, I'm on that grind, so I'ma get some more millions We two different people, but you blindfolded, you can't see what I'm seein' I bet all fifties, stay with a passport, nigga, I'm livin' [Chorus: Lil Keed] We give 'em hell, boy (Woo) We give 'em hell, boy (Woo, woo) We give 'em hell, boy (Woo, woo, woo) It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with this money, boy My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and zaza And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] Air Force 1s, no socks, I got a button on this Glock (Grrah) I took a trip to LA, ridin' with a fifty, this not a prop (No cap) And I'm sippin', stars up in the ceilin', you gon' think the roof missin' (Culli') This a red Goyard, but the inside look crippin' (Gotti) Money spread (Top Chef), bet this ho open her legs (Uh) Bro put that pape' on your head, you know that you dead, we fill you with lead (Spin him) Geeked up, can't hear what you said, she shakin' her ass, I'm shakin' my dreads (Turnt up) I flooded my bitch, I flooded my wrist, ice, get you a sled (Ski) Fly overseas, need a Xan', I know that you dig what I'm sayin' (Yeah) I bet she go for a grand, Turks, my feet in the sand (Baby) G on a pill and I'm gone (Gotti), I'm on they ass like a thong (Gotti) Outside, we never go home (Thot boy), run that back every time zone [Chorus: Lil Keed] We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with this money, boy My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and zaza And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught, woah, woah, woah