Keep on Gettin It lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, turn me up, P
Uh, Richey
Uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin' it
Over here, we ain't got no opps 'cause these n*ggas b*tches
n*ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I'll let her n*gga buy her nails and hair, I'll go buy a pendant
f*ck with all the DJs that's gon' keep me spinnin'
But I'm turned up, n*gga ain't never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that b*tch gon' listen
I DM the b*tch to take her out of town, I bet your b*tch go missin'

[Verse]
A ten-year run, I was a young n*gga out hеre trappin' midget
I feel like I got a magic wand, I been out trickin' b*tchеs
I feel like the 50 Boyz 'cause in my britches, n*gga, I can fit a fifty
Might have to cross a n*gga out I love 'cause n*ggas ain't even with me
Me and that young b*tch always fightin' just like Bobby and Whitney
She gon' eat that di*k up good, I bought that Pink Whitney
She done f*cked me and my brother, that b*tch you seen with me
They heard I ran up seven M's, tell f*ck n*ggas, "Come and get me"
My n*gga shoot the sh*t out a n*gga, I got that plumber with me
These n*ggas be doin' all that Tweetin', but n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
We started off a hundred deep, ain't none of them n*ggas with me
I know I f*cked her good 'cause all of my ex b*tches miss me
These n*ggas be cappin' when they say, "No cap," like, "No kizzy"
I'm only givin' a n*gga a Bubba chain who roll with me
I'm talkin' 'bout same n*ggas who post up at the store with me
Went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
I'm only like five foot and a couple inches with four b*tches
I'm 'posed to have a ticket, n*gga, I ain't see like no mentions
Can't let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
Every time I make another hundred, I get more b*tches
I f*ck that b*tch up off that Henny, got control in it
"Why your car so tinted out?" 'Cause I got 'bows in it
You know I f*ck with Herbo and them 'cause I got no limits
My heart too froze, baby, that's why I be cold pimpin'
My backdoor closed, baby, I ain't doin' no slippin'
We'll wipe your nose, baby, we ain't doin' no trippin'
We got them 'bows, baby, but we ain't doin' no shippin'
She say she f*ck me better, these hoes ain't no different
I ain't sold a zip in a year
Big old diamonds in my ear
Make them packages disappear
She got piercings on her lip
I'm out here thuggin' with the dips
I rock Chane-ne for the Crips
I f*cked this b*tch up off the rip
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin' it
Over here, we ain't got no opps 'cause these n*ggas b*tches
n*ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I'll let her n*gga buy her nails and hair, I'll go buy a pendant
f*ck with all the DJs that's gon' keep me spinnin'
But I'm turned up, n*gga ain't never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that b*tch gon' listen
I DM the b*tch to take her out of town, I bet your b*tch go missin'