Keto
IDK, Swae Lee, Rico Nasty
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I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash That's right (right, right) If I hit CashApp, press send, okay on the bag It's on sight (sight, sight) He might hit you with the right He might take a nigga life He might hit you with the right He might take a nigga life He might walk down with a stick Get you outside when he see where you live Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib He don't give a f*ck who you are, who you is Yes sir, it's going down like New York metro These niggas want gas, he got that petrol So please don't slack 'cause he got that dress code And if you wanna stop he gon' bring that, "Let's go" Green light, creep with it Creep with it, creep with it Red light, stop Pop-pop then off with his top Go off on a opp, get lost when he drops Set dead, no alive, so he already got blocked Already hot, feds looking for a drop But nobody tell 'cause the hood shell-shocked Don't start no shit, won't be no shit If you come, f*ck your braid up on some keto shit Fam, I used to break the bank on some Dido shit Now I can work to take the shot and you know he don't miss He might hit you with the right He might take a nigga life He might hit you with the right He might take a nigga life Paper-talkin' and speakin' (yeah) Playin' dirty, this bitch is cheatin' Try and set a nigga up again (hey) I'll light this bitch up with a ten Put the cash in the bag, I need it (need it Hit a nigga with the right-left either Sin City, rockin' Jesus pieces (piece) On top, it's the way I see it (I see it) Club pay for my drink, don't spill Turn a lil' nigga to road kill (kill) I could bet they overwhelmed All the bad bitches come over here All the bad bitches All the bad bitches come over here All the bad bitches All the bad bitches come over here Yeah, don't put it past me I gave you my number, it was really a tax-free You be where the pussy is, I be where the cash be I be where the check be, that's why they be checkin' I'm makin' all this pussy bitches can't intercept me Make a nigga think he got it but I'm really pretending Yeah, he think it's all love, I don't really got none I don't care what he think 'cause I never gave a f*ck Don't start no shit, won't be no shit If you come, f*ck your braid up on some keto shit Fam, I used to break the bank on some Dido shit Now I can work to take the shot and you know he don't miss He might hit you with the right He might take a nigga life He might hit you with the right He might take my stepfather life
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Written by: Jason Mills, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Maria Cecilia Simone Kelly
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