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Um,
I pop bands when I roll with Justin,
I drink lean not Robitussin,
You know I'm buggin',
I told her we related just so the bitch would blow my cousin,
I'm coming back and I'm spittin' fire,
And you singin' like Jerimaiah,
I won't retire,
I'm gon' get higher,
I'm gon' be flyer,
You a fuckin' liar,
Like snitch you see,
Lyrically y'all be killin' me up in the industry,
I drink Vodka mixed with the Hennessy,
I really don't do that but you get it B,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Lemme kill em with the flow,
Sniff another quarter ounce of blow,
Put it in ya nose,
Cause these motherfuckers already be knowing when I'm turnin' on the rope,
Prolly like woah!
I got the black rob,
Motherfuckers know that I be gettin' no night job,
She wanna swallow my knob like corn on the cob,
And you know that you gon' get robbed,
I'm back on my shit,
Y'all already know that I will not quit,
I'm too legit like MC Hammer,
Imma just shit in the Pamper,
You say words to my grandma,
Sippin' on D'USSE,
Woo!
I'm poppin' yo bitch in the coochie,
Cause' she is juicy,
Just like her booty,
I'm the mane like Gucci,
You prolly didn't get it but,
I wouldn't wanna whip it in the kitchen,
These motherfuckers know that I be terrific,
And I be never written,
The motherfucker really be spittin',
Woah!
Lemme get on the beat,
I made your bitch spit on my meat.
I'd rather keep it real with ya
Real hot girl s-, ah
It ain't always about what you like, sometimes it's about what's right
Helluva made this beat, baby
Huh
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right (ayy)
Why you wanna play with me? You know I'm undefeated
A real hot girl know how to keep a n- heated
You say you want respect, well treat me how you wanna be treated
You told me keep it real, but you don't practice what you preachin'
You want me to blow your phone up and come a-lookin' for you 'til I find ya
You really want me to whoop the h- that you f- with if I find her
B-, you ain't that busy, I don't give a fuck what you ain't got time for
You look me in my eyes and know you lying, man, that's fraud, bruh
Man, you knew I was a player 'fore you met me, need to relax
You know that you gon' hate me if I get to playin' get-back
I ain't turn into no bad b- when you met me, boy, I been that
You tryna make me somethin' that I ain't, and I ain't with that (nah)
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I got my mind on gettin' paid, we ain't spoke in some days
He prolly thinkin' I'm in pain, but I'm really on game
Ain't no n- finna stop me, independent, I got me
All the s- that I be needin', can't depend on a "Prolly"
And that's f- up, 'cause you know that I don't fuck with nobody
I be quiet, but you out here tellin' stories, one-sided
I ain't perfect and I try to fix the shit that ain't workin'
But it's 2020, I ain't finna argue 'bout twerkin'
Since you wanna test them waters, might as well jump in with both feet
If you leave me, and you see me, better act like you don't know me
If you think this shit get better with another b-, go get her (go and get her)
When you realize she ain't got you like I got you, I can't help ya
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in ya life
Them b- ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be a... (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I'd rather keep it real with ya
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esรฉs, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ay, ay)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah