
KEEP IT REAL ft. LUVYUNO! Lyrics
- Genre:New Age
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I'm a young vamp bitch, I got 10 on my wrist
Why these bitch ass niggas hatin, yeah they mad that I'm rich
Bitch it's over, yeah it's done, yeah we shot up his crib
Yeah, my pockets full of blues, but I'm not with the crips
Like shawty what's the deal, now we on them hills
I keep one in my pocket, cause I know that they not real
Yeah it's almost my time, cause I'm slidin' like them seals
So shawty keep it real, keep it real
Bitch I count up, want more, I might go up, the score
My ex, bitch she a whore, hit the block and ignore
Bitch I'm in Atlanta, fear no man like Tana
Leave em presents like I'm Santa, lil' bitch prada me just like I'm Bana
Yeah she ran up, fuck all that lil' talkin, get yo' bands up
Yeah you fanned up, yeah she drink me up like Tropicana
Yeah she like Hannah, yeah I take a flight right to Montana
Don't give no hand out, back then you ain't want me, I'm the man now
My nigga smokin' hella za, he think he Cheech and Chong
Shawty went and did me bad, I had to do her wrong
These bullets faster than a cheetah, now he dead and gone
I be in the jungle with gorillas, I ain't talkin' kong
He wanna seal the deal, brodie geek up off a pill he tryna kill
I swear that shit fucked up, and that's just how it is
It's a cold world, so I'ma pop him like a zit
I told my bitch keep it real, we confirm the kill
He got hit with the switch, the drac, the FN, overkill
I'm in love with the switch, he let it sing like Lauryn Hill
His trigger finger itching, so I told my shooters chill
He killin' for the thrill, he put him on the grill
I'm in love with my Glock, and it love me
I only trust my choppa, and this bitch trusts me
Please don't test me, shit get ugly
That is guaranteed, I keep a tec no referee
I'm a young vamp, bitch, I got ten on my wrist
Why these bitch-ass niggas hatin, yeah, they mad that I'm rich
Bitch it's over, yeah, it's done, yeah, we shot up his crib
Yeah my pockets full of blues, but I'm not with them crips
Like Shawty was the deal, now we on them hills
I keep one in my pocket, cause I know that they not real
Yeah, it's almost my time, cause I'm slidin' like them seals
So shawty keep it real, keep it real