Keep It 100 lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all f*ck n*ggas gon' die as a f*ck n*gga
Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one
You gon' live to be a f*ck n*gga, you a f*ck n*gga

[Chorus]
Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, f*ck them n*ggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them n*ggas not one hunnid
You's a b*tch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, b*tch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie
And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your b*tch, she on my di*k, homie

[Verse 1]
I shoot that motherf*cker 'til I can't squeeze, and I got .223s
Shootin' that motherf*cker 'til I can't breathe
And I can't get no sleep
I'ma squeeze 'til you can't see
Stick just hit off, I just took off
And I just kept shootin' at your soul, n*gga, f*ck ya
I got your b*tch in my spot, and she suckin' my di*k
And I hit her from the back, no rubber
I'ma feed that baby, b*tch n*gga, and it's a bast*rd
The b*tch done fell in love with a robber
Street n*gga, yeah, I'm a trapper
Get money, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper
b*tch, I'm not Flasha
And I'm flashin' 'cause I got diamonds
I'm shinin', bling bling, as you can see
And you all on my nuts, b*tch, you can't breathe, let me breathe
Bad back, you squeeze
Go and sell these penguins, nothin' but keys
Kick her off my back, I'm like a dog, but I hate fleas
I'ma get money, for real, dog, count up that blue cheese
Thinkin' bout robbin' n*ggas, that's it, dog
Get that boy swiss cheesed
I hit licks, n*gga, on me
You cannot rob no robber, n*gga, you kidding me? (pus*y n*gga)
How the f*ck you n*ggas envy me?
How the f*ck you n*ggas actin' like you n*ggas wanna get rid of me?
Thought we were all in, thought we were all friends
'Til that money came in
[Chorus]
Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, f*ck them n*ggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them n*ggas not one hunnid
You's a b*tch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, b*tch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie
And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your b*tch, she on my di*k, homie

[Verse 2]
Settin' up shop, takin' over your block, and we smokin' sh*t
Call the cops, but this sh*t won't stop, we be rollin' sh*t
Damn, I'm kickin' sh*t, and I'm still in the Six, n*gga
Say you want me dead, n*gga, you ain't did sh*t, n*gga
Kickin' up my feet, let them folk know who run this sh*t, n*gga
And I be in that EA, East Atlanta, that's my sh*t, n*gga
ATW watchin' me, they say I got all these sticks, n*gga
I'll get a n*gga spinned, n*gga, homicide sh*t, n*gga
Throwin' it up, gang ties, say they on my ass
4L got the pyramid, whole block on smash
Get them grass, n*gga talk too much, shoot that boy too fast
I'm so gangster, I'm an alley boy, catch 'em being bad

[Chorus]
Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, f*ck them n*ggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them n*ggas not one hunnid
You's a b*tch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, b*tch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie
And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your b*tch, she on my di*k, homie
[Outro]
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