On Everything - Lil Keed

Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up

Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie

Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly

You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out

Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything

Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything

Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah

Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings

Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah

Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice, yeah, yeah

I’m thinkin' 'bout hundreds while eatin' Benihana, yeah, yeah

Real busybody, big truck, big bodies

These niggas sweet so we lickin' like lollies, rip off his pockets

Glock got a switch so don’t get out of pocket, these bullets flyin'

Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in

Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in

I knock on that pussy, just like a door

She shakin' her hips and bouncin' that ass, I like how it roll, yeah, yeah

Tell them tolls

I cut off my one bitch but know I got plenty more

I ball with my young bull like I’m Derrick Rose

I hope you know, behind these closed doors

Lil' baby a freak freak

Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up

Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie

Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly

You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out

Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything

Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything

Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah

Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings

Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah

Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice

Yeah, she a freak freak

And she get geeked like she creach, jeesh

Baby girl, know you can eat me

Yeah, she a vegan, she don’t eat meat

Shit, then you can’t be with me

I drop the top off the ceiling

I don’t see no nigga, no Visine

Movin' this shit where the dial is

Bitch, I’m a dog, where my damn leash?

Black and white squirts on my damn sheets

On the outskirts gettin' blue cheese

Mustard, I’m eatin' in Cali

I’m tired of doin' favors, don’t ask me

This a Bourbon Backwood, now the gang need it

I was walkin' on Bleveland, they passed me

Now you walkin' on Bleveland, I’m laughing

I know why I made it, God, he had me

Nigga try me, it’s World War 3, fuck a tragic

Ride with Glocks and the drums all up in traffic

Rock a red dot, it’s over with, now you past tense

Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up

Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie

Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly

You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out

Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything

Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything

Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah

Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings

Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah

Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice