4 Ke ft. SB Ke Lyrics

Ayy, who am I

What'd you say? Huh

Hot or cold, nah bitch I don't care, I'm tryna drop some fire

LOL don't mean you laugh out loud, it mean it's lots of liars

My hoodie on, my mask on, with the ski, I look like Michael Myers

Damn, Ke, you can shit talk any beat, just call me Mr. Diaper

Bob Lee, I'll hit you in your knee, my lil' bro turned to sniper

Hit a cougar every other week, I guess I turned to tiger

Said she love me, I just started laughing, cause I never liked her

Braces on, when she suck my dick, I know this hoe a biter

RKO just hit you with some shit, I'm running with some vipers

Mary Jane, stuck inside my lungs, but I don't fuck with spiders

Ke, wait, where the fuck your pen? I said this hoe a cipher

The bitch from Calabasas, and she purdy, like the 49ers

Damn you should tripped me again

I meant freak me

I will never die about no pussy

Sorry, ain't that easy

Fuck a book, I do it quiet, just in case they try to read me

I'm a goat, you a lamb, lil' nigga feel like Cee-Dee

Fuck with Rio, but he locked up, so it's time to bump some peezy

She the one, but I just hit her twice, I did it on the repeat

We bonked two woods, I'm in the back, and I'm acting really sleepy

I'm a cheater, if I say I love you, don't you dare believe me

Fuck the flash, I need this cash, I'm bout to run it up real speedy

If it's money, I'm not picking you, they know I'm really greedy

Do they want me? Yeah, that's kinda cool, don't really think they need me

That's impossible, the greatest, don't think no one will defeat me

If we link, you gotta keep it quiet, only do the sneaky

Do it like that, that's all I know. Nigga ain't no match for you, ye yea ski boy yea

Try to tell that nigga you love him

Yea bitch