Keep It 100 lyrics

by

Raq Baby



[Intro]
I'ma keep this sh*t all the way a hundred, n*gga
Huh, huh, huh, I'ma just keep this sh*t all the way a hundred, huh, huh
I'ma be real, I'ma just keep this sh*t all the way real, huh, huh
(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, huh, I'ma keep this sh*t all the way real
Show no sympathy for the next man, run him down, it is what it is, huh
n*ggas be sendin' these threats, don't be meanin' that sh*t, he geeked off the pills
Off the Percocet knowin' damn well I'm goin' too fast, Lil Ski grab the wheel
Can't stop this sh*t, all he know is to drill
I'll never rat on the bro, I won't squeal
Knew I didn't play with that SRT8, mention Lil B name and a b*tch n*gga die in that field
They just see me at thе top, they ask, "How he get hеre?"
I don't know how to work the b*tch, got all them gears
I see a hatin' n*gga, get out of here
I push a hundred-some bricks out a year

[Verse]
Don't come in my trap window shoppin', you broke as f*ck, don't need to shop
Told my bro to kill me if I get a mil' and don't feed the block
I'd be lame if I don't dish out it, every f*ck n*gga play with me get shot
b*tch tryna suck on the whole di*k now, tell the ho be cool, got a whole b*tch now, huh
I ain't even stuntin' that ho
Get in the bed and I made the b*tch go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga know how this sh*t go, sent him up to God, yeah, we takin' his soul like Herb would
b*tch, n*gga
We really pullin' triggers, huh, n*gga ain't f*ckin' with us
n*gga ready to say somethin' to a b*tch, he only talk through pillows
He ready to crash out on the 'net, in real life, he ain't no killer
Point me to where the plug at, I don't talk to the dealers
I f*ck with you, don't be out of bounds, can't show no remorse, you with 'em
I send a shot, make a n*gga go out of town, these n*ggas know that we the killers
Blowin' money, the boy talk bad, dump on his name for some pus*y, you ain't a real n*gga
Used to love you to death, you showed your true colors, now a n*gga can't even f*ck with you
I can't even shop in the mall without gettin' spotted, these hoes wanna take a picture
Got a b*tch, fine ho keep rubbin' up on my body, I swear it's hard not to di*k her
They keep askin' why I don't leave her alone, treat di*k like a pickle
Huh, leave a n*gga with no cells like he had caught the sickle
My heart beatin', f*ck hoes by the twos
My Drac' got me, I don't know about you
Talk sh*t on the live, but they know not to come outside
'Cause these f*ck n*ggas know what we do
Mr. RaqBaby put di*k in your boo
Think she don't swallow my kids, you a fool
I like to kill n*ggas, that's what we do
Every n*gga I'm with gotta kill with me too
Huh, six n*ggas in this car
Let 'em get out, I'll shoot out the roof
Huh, f*ck n*gga won't get far
Opp broke as f*ck in them big-ass boots
Hold on, f*ck n*gga think he hard
Keep walkin' 'round in them big-ass shoes
Huh, claimin' sh*t OD hard
n*gga don't even know how to spit, he a fool
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, huh, I'ma keep this sh*t all the way real
Show no sympathy for the next man, run him down, it is what it is, huh
n*ggas be sendin' these threats, don't be meanin' that sh*t, he geeked off the pills
Off the Percocet knowin' damn well I'm goin' too fast, Lil Ski grab the wheel
Can't stop this sh*t, all he know is to drill
I'll never rat on the bro, I won't squeal
Knew I didn't play with that SRT8, mention Lil B name and a b*tch n*gga die in that field
They just see me at the top, they ask, "How he get here?"
I don't know how to work the b*tch, got all them gears
I see a hatin' n*gga, get out of here
I push a hundred-some bricks out a year
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