Lil Keed Self Employed
[Intro]
(Grim, this shit hard as f..ck)
(Grimlin got this shit poppin')
Yeah, slatt
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
[Verse 1]
I ain't worry 'bout gettin' laid, I f..ck bitches everyday
I pour up this codeine everyday
I throw them dices, take a gamble any day
Four, five, six, big six, big drips, I'm gettin' paid
White paint, blue stripes, red guts, star-spangled, bangin' it
Stars on my pants and they Amiri, y'all niggas can't play with me
These niggas talkin' on Instagram, they really scared of me
I woulda had Mexico chop your head off and bring it back to me
So y'all niggas so lucky
Yeah, you know I f..cked your ho, so I know why you muggin'
Yeah, that throat was super deep and that pussy was bussin'
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah, that my type of hustle
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
[Verse 2]
Yeah, my old school got red tires, it's American muscle
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's my motherfuckin' brother
Yeah, [?] hit my phone, told me keep on the hustle
Yeah, Long Live T-Shyne, he whip that car like no other
I can't f..ck with y'all lil' niggas, it's just my pride or some
If you ever see me in [?], just know I'm packin' a gun and I ain't lackin' for nothin'
Me and all these strippers lockin' eyes, they lookin' for money
I'm a soldier in these streets and I swear that I'm gunnin'
Ain't gotta act gangsta with you, know I get you gone
Yeah, these figures, they quadruplin', I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher, "Would you look at that?"
I remember sittin' in the back (Slatt)
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
