Keepin It 100
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and just observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, bitch I love guns, and my love ones
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
And if I beat y'all with the truth, than it'd be verb abusive
So I just meet y'all with the peace, and let the words get to it
I keep amour 'round me, you pussy niggas, sons
But not my junior, I'm not Robert Downey
She wanna get revenge I'm a hit her, but I want Avenger
Nikon HD lends, but I shot a shawty with my cannon
Why she bring her friends, they collateral so I left them damaged
They want me to end, but it's backwards, I'm just getting started
Now my music basic, Project Bryce, we both live in the basement
We got separate dreams, but I told him that we both gon' chase it
Told me if I make it, then he make it, we can't both get traded
I know that she hate it when I fake it, but there's more connections
I'm a one-man army, isolation, so is more protection I know they won't harm me
I'm just worried that they gon' provoke me
If I let it off, I'll on my stage, I'll take a bigger loss
So trust me, if it's worth it, then I'm going for the bigger boss
Plane Jane, sports band, both my wrist got different cost
Mini Sprinter sports van, hope it got a different throttle
Hate, bein' in the club, bitch, don't ask me for another bottle
What's your choice of drug? I like bud, lil' Adderall
They had dreams of hanging on the rim, I popped the basketball
They won't see us hanging from a tree, watch for my Timberland's
Damn, my love is beat, you got served, I hope it never end
Lil Saint, wet up the paint Omarion on red rain
Now we spilling drinks, they kick us out, they gon' get head pain
Told her that she cute with credit, but she look finer with cash
My bitch wanna do sip and paint, but that just sound like wine and crash
We could do a dinner date, but you too cute for dine-and-dash
Why you startin' shit, bitch, you know I ain't from over here
Fuck it now we here, I hope them niggas got Obamacare
You really gonna hate me after I take one of your love ones
Lemon pepper, hot, keep the flat, because I love drums
You took it how you took it, it's intended, bitch, I love puns
And I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
Now you ain't built to be me, now they wanna put me on the mount
Cuz son I'm built for TV, Kiki tryna see me on the couch
But I still fuck with Nini, try to let them fight
She pull the knife, nah, I don't fuck with bleeding
Know, she told him twice, I'm not as nice, so let's just roll the dice
Trackin' my device, I leave at night and leave a phone at home
My son won't be a bastard, but his daddy was a Rolling Stone
Take pictures of my casket with the flashes, so my diamonds dancin'
Don't burn me into ashes, cause the flames fuck around revive me
If you could see inside me, then you probably still wouldn't understand me
I told you this was marble, why the hell you takin' me for granite?
Please don't have me startled, cause my heater known for temper tantrums
If you flippy flop, I'll leave the feet, and you can keep the sandals
She said, where you get your morals? Rest in peace to Kevin Samuels
I sit back and laugh, if I'm your spark, you can keep the candles
Coral reefs, I'm livin' with the sharks, but I can see the pandas
But I don't see no answers
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and just observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, bitch I love guns, and my love ones
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
And if I beat y'all with the truth, than it'd be verb abusive
So I just meet y'all with the peace, and let the words get to it
I keep amour 'round me, you pussy niggas, sons
But not my junior, I'm not Robert Downey
She wanna get revenge I'm a hit her, but I want Avenger
Nikon HD lends, but I shot a shawty with my cannon
Why she bring her friends, they collateral so I left them damaged
They want me to end, but it's backwards, I'm just getting started
Now my music basic, Project Bryce, we both live in the basement
We got separate dreams, but I told him that we both gon' chase it
Told me if I make it, then he make it, we can't both get traded
I know that she hate it when I fake it, but there's more connections
I'm a one-man army, isolation, so is more protection I know they won't harm me
I'm just worried that they gon' provoke me
If I let it off, I'll on my stage, I'll take a bigger loss
So trust me, if it's worth it, then I'm going for the bigger boss
Plane Jane, sports band, both my wrist got different cost
Mini Sprinter sports van, hope it got a different throttle
Hate, bein' in the club, bitch, don't ask me for another bottle
What's your choice of drug? I like bud, lil' Adderall
They had dreams of hanging on the rim, I popped the basketball
They won't see us hanging from a tree, watch for my Timberland's
Damn, my love is beat, you got served, I hope it never end
Lil Saint, wet up the paint Omarion on red rain
Now we spilling drinks, they kick us out, they gon' get head pain
Told her that she cute with credit, but she look finer with cash
My bitch wanna do sip and paint, but that just sound like wine and crash
We could do a dinner date, but you too cute for dine-and-dash
Why you startin' shit, bitch, you know I ain't from over here
Fuck it now we here, I hope them niggas got Obamacare
You really gonna hate me after I take one of your love ones
Lemon pepper, hot, keep the flat, because I love drums
You took it how you took it, it's intended, bitch, I love puns
And I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
Now you ain't built to be me, now they wanna put me on the mount
Cuz son I'm built for TV, Kiki tryna see me on the couch
But I still fuck with Nini, try to let them fight
She pull the knife, nah, I don't fuck with bleeding
Know, she told him twice, I'm not as nice, so let's just roll the dice
Trackin' my device, I leave at night and leave a phone at home
My son won't be a bastard, but his daddy was a Rolling Stone
Take pictures of my casket with the flashes, so my diamonds dancin'
Don't burn me into ashes, cause the flames fuck around revive me
If you could see inside me, then you probably still wouldn't understand me
I told you this was marble, why the hell you takin' me for granite?
Please don't have me startled, cause my heater known for temper tantrums
If you flippy flop, I'll leave the feet, and you can keep the sandals
She said, where you get your morals? Rest in peace to Kevin Samuels
I sit back and laugh, if I'm your spark, you can keep the candles
Coral reefs, I'm livin' with the sharks, but I can see the pandas
But I don't see no answers
If we keeping it 100, I don't deserve the fewest
But I'mma let you niggas speak and observe the clueless
Make sure you hug yo loves ones
Cuz I love guns, and my lil jawn, yeah
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Writer(s): Miles Thomas
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