RiP KEED Lyrics

They know that seven gon' win, he never gon' fail

I got that skunk in the whip, this shit kinda smell

They know that I'm goin' up, they hittin' my cell

Heard a boy callin' me Yeat, bitch, hold my bells

Heard they be callin' me Summrs, they under my wing

Heard they be callin' me Jeffery, I said free the king

I'm feelin' like the hood pope, like R.I.P Keed

Boy, you just chill on the bench, i carry the team

How you gon' stab on my back, I'm the one that you need

How you gon' say all of that and then on your knees

Boy, you just one of my fans, I drop and you geek

You gonna' drop of the map, like a autumn leaf

Kickback, Kickback

I know you playing my track, track

I know you gassed that seven's back

I'm wrappin' the whip up in matte black

You know the exhaust got' be Cat Back

You can have your bitch back, I'ma brat, brat

How you gon' say you up, when you under me

Lil' boy, don't call me twin, you a son to me

Black and yellow the whip, like a bumble bee

Said he sip on the lean but its Somersby

That boy chill on his own with no company

I might just make it rain, make it pour

Boy get out of my lane, use the Cumberland

They know that seven gon' win, he never gon' fail

I got that skunk in the whip, this shit kinda smell

They know that I'm goin' up, they hittin' my cell

Heard a boy callin' me Yeat, bitch, hold my bells

Heard they be callin' me Summrs, they under my wing

Heard they be callin' me Jeffery, I said free the king

I'm feelin' like the hood pope, like R.I.P Keed

Boy, you just chill on the bench, i carry the team