Keef Baby

keef baby

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Look at how I talk (Talk)
Look at how I rock (Talk)
Countin' up that gwuap
While toting this glock

I be working nonstop
Cant ever worry bout my ops
I'm just flexing on my exes cause they lame and gone get popped

Yo sneaky link just called me and told me he on his way
Not to you but to me that's how easy i'll take yo bae
Type to talk behind yo back and shoot at u up in yo face
And best believe if I'm toting u gone know just how I spray

I'ma certified p can't never ask about yo day
I don't care how many ppl u talk to I talk to like 8
All yo homies in my face saying that they wanna date
Everybody wanna eat off of my plate but won't create

I'm a keef baby
Woke up out my sleep baby
RIP Lil Keed baby
Walk a mile up in this heat baby
Might start selling weed maybe
I get drip for free baby
My fits be so heat baby
They can't drip like me hater

Yo swag is deceased
You can't ride the beat like me
My gang gone take away yo knees
Call my slat to come delete
Load the gat we blowing' steam
My pockets fat my pockets green
Yo chains is fake cause yo neck green
I'm in the booth i'm spitting mean
You acting new like you ain't seen

Everything ain't what it seems
I tote guns with laser beams
Never caught my record clean
Tell yo gang do it like me

We break down your door don't need a key
Money Dion like Celine
I thug alone don't need a team
We in yo home we extra mean

Don't call my phone I need to be alone
I be with them criminals
We tote glocks foreal you know
Told my homeboy jay we really get them blickys that's fasho
We don't do no playing we got chops that sing we let it blow



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Writer(s): Myla-yane Harrell
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