Keep Ya Distance lyrics

by

LilCJ Kasino


[Intro]
Aye Aye Gang sh*t Only 2 n*gga
f*ck n*gga, b*tch n*gga

[Hook]
My dope is too good I ain't droppin no teeth (Brr, Go!, No Way! Go!)
Pull up to your trap with a trunk full of chickens (Skrr, Aye Trap!)
These rappers act gangsta that's just for they image (Lame ass rap n*ggas!)
We see them in person these n*ggas be b*tches (These n*ggas be b*tches I swear they be pus*y!)
Spittin nothin but facts on the first they gone listen (Gang sh*t Only n*gga!)
f*ck and dip off on that ho and you trippin (f*ck and dip off and you cuffin that b*tch)
Pour out a pint for my demons ain't with me (Lean, Lean Aye ahh)
You see your lil bro takin over the city (Take off Gang sh*t Only 2)
Grimy n*ggas keep ya distance, fake n*ggas keep ya distance
Snake n*ggas keep ya distance
Take some from me b*tch you comin up missing
I'm from the murder worth n*gga big shady
Just bought a chopper and a brand new 380
Why we outta my spot cause they see ima make it but I cannot stop b*tch I got a lil baby
Grimy n*ggas keep ya distance, fake n*ggas keep ya distance
Snake n*ggas keep ya distance
Take some from b*tch you comin up missing
I had to grind on my ten toes, beat up the pot till my wrist froze
In the pot break it down six bos
Run through this sh*t go back get six more
[Verse]
If I wasn't so humble and about my money I woulda dummy and been crashed
But I got this sh*t locked and can't nobody stop us lil n*gga I'm chasin that big bag
Everybody round me they clutchin a firearm
My yougin day one so I'm ridin for him
He muggin we up and I hope that them f*ck n*ggas with him be ready to die for him
Nother shoot out at the after hour n*gga want a zip and I ran out of powder
Remixed his ass with some baby powder
Told Double K with serving he went made him scattered
f*ck it go back in the clan now we lit
Kinda knew we stayed a lil bit too long in that b*tch
They doubled back and they mad as a b*tch
Now they outside and they grippin on sticks
b*tch we gorilla gang thuggin came out that b*tch bustin lil n*gga I'm not givin sh*t back
Pressin on n*ggas and f*ckin they b*tches you cuffin and trustin that ho boy that sh*t whack
She know I'm P so we keep it kosher only call her when I'm tryna bend her over
Dog and she know CJ been a soldier
Bad lil b*tch say she from Minnesota
Never trust her these lil b*tches snakes
Don't call me your bro cause you n*ggas fake
Watch out polices they try to come ride through don't sleep on no beef n*gga gone have to die today
f*ck a handout had to man up and find a way
My hustle stand out in the drought what I'm tryna say
I run to that bag, andale, woke up thinkin like damn how I'ma start the day
These n*ggas ain't touchin me period
I'm bloody buddy period
Sippin on drank and I'm steering ridin with your main b*tch got her high now that ho acting weird
f*ck on that b*tch drop her off and I'm through
She texting me like "that's all you wanna do?"
She say ima sl*t "boy I can't f*ck with you"
Bet that b*tch still gone get GSO 2, b*tch
[Hook]
My dope is too good I ain't droppin no teeth (Brr, Go!, No Way! Go!)
Pull up to your trap with a trunk full of chickens (Skrr, Aye Trap!)
These rappers act gangsta that's just for they image (Lame ass rap n*ggaas!)
We see them in person these n*ggas be b*tches (These n*ggas be b*tches I swear they be pus*y!)
Spittin nothin but facts on the first they gone listen (Gang sh*t Only n*gga!)
f*ck and dip off on that ho and you trippin (f*ck and dip off and you cuffin that b*tch)
Pour out a pint for my demons ain't with me (Lean, Lean Aye ahh)
You see your lil bro takin over the city (Take off Gang sh*t Only 2)
Grimy n*ggas keep ya distance, fake n*ggas keep ya distance
Snake n*ggas keep ya distance
Take some from b*tch you comin up missing
I'm from the murder worth n*gga big shady
Just bought a chopper and a brand new 380
Why we outta my spot cause they see ima make it but I cannot stop b*tch I got a lil baby
Grimy n*ggas keep ya distance, fake n*ggas keep ya distance
Snake n*ggas keep ya distance
Take some from b*tch you comin up missing
I had to grind on my ten toes, beat up the pot till my wrist froze
In the pot break it down six bos
Run through this sh*t g back get six more, lil n*gga
(Gang sh*t Only)
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