Keep It G lyrics

[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
A f*ck n*gga free (Yeah)
You n*ggas ain't keepin’ it G (Oh no, oh no, oh no)
You f*ck n*ggas weak (Weak)
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
b*tch
A f*ck n*gga free, yeah
You n*ggas ain’t keepin' it G (Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh)
You f*ck n*ggas weak, you f*ck n*ggas weak
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Oh no, oh no, oh no)

[Verse 1: Flyboy Tarantino]
Man, I swear I'm tryna' get it, who you telling?
Promise ain't no love around here for a felon (Nah)
This for them n*ggas that be out here acting jealous
Come and set him up, look who got weapons, what's up with your manner
You ain’t the plug, middleman what you sellin’?
You n*ggas sleep, I be sellin' that heat
Tellin’ all you n*ggas what you cooking up is f*cking weak
Busy cooking up, the b*tches sent me three in like a week
Reloaded in the MAK with the Slump God (Slump God)
You n*ggas be poppin' I come for the rocks
n*gga don't be surprised when we slide (Slide)
With some rock shawty down 595
Shouts out to that n*gga Eddie (Good Dog)
My n*ggas ain't friendly they wanna be petty
But n*ggas ain’t ready, they want this fetty (pus*y)
You n*ggas want problems I set you up a meeting with this semi (Huh, b*tch)
[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
A f*ck n*gga free (Yeah)
You n*ggas ain't keepin' it G (Oh no, oh no, oh no)
You f*ck n*ggas weak (Weak)
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
b*tch
A f*ck n*gga free, yeah
You n*ggas ain't keepin' it G (Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh)
You f*ck n*ggas weak, you f*ck n*ggas weak
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Oh no, oh no, oh no)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Heee!
Cop it, drop it, in the kitchen part it
Watch me whip a chicken like filet mignon (Bobby Flay)
Cop it, pop it, this the pocket rocket
Call the bullets Sony cause' the speaker knocking
Your b*tch tryna blow me like a grenade (What?)
She text me like Chucky come out and play
Simon says cause' your b*tch do what I say
Swear a f*ck n*gga can't get the time of day (What?)
We in the building like it's bout' to rain (Bout' to rain)
Feeling like Method Man bringing the pain
I reside in a underwater tank
Dawn of the Dead b*tch I'm looking for brain
Go for her top like her name JFK
Polka dotted shawty, aim at her face
Lazy river pus*y, beat it deceased
Sniper rifle put that sh*t out the case
Go for her top like her name JFK
Polka dotted shawty, aim at her face
Lazy river pus*y, beat it deceased
Sniper rifle put that sh*t out the case
[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
A f*ck n*gga free (Yeah)
You n*ggas ain't keepin' it G (Oh no, oh no, oh no)
You f*ck n*ggas weak (Weak)
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
b*tch
A f*ck n*gga free, yeah
You n*ggas ain't keepin' it G (Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh)
You f*ck n*ggas weak, you f*ck n*ggas weak
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Oh no, oh no, oh no)