Keep Sakes ft. MGM Lett Lyrics

King Keshawn engineered this shit

Kemp

I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies

Seem like my only friend Ben Frank AT ALL

I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies

I'm grabbing the sticks

And I'm praying to the reverend

My brethren he grabbing and

Praying to the heaven gates

You owe me some money just know its too late

You can have it just put it up for keep sakes

Whatever you make I make times ten

Where I put on a plate and everybody ate

I done fell out with friends over a little cheddar

The number keep dropping I promise its better

We flew to the tropics the middle of winter

Just get out the way ween tryna chitchat

We hittin ya first yeen getting ya lick back

If they spending the block

That bitch getting spent back

I need me a trophy matter fact get a plaque

For all of the niggas I put on my back

He was stuck in a drought and I put him on racks

So boy don't you ever speak behind my back

You was taught what I taught

But you sipping on act and we known not to lack

I loss me a twenty I'm making it back

All it took was a mac

Shhh

Don't be telling em that

If i know he a rat he cant hang with this pact

That lil boy gotta scat he cant ever come back

If i fall off today D gone pick up the slack

If i fall off tomorrow we making it back

I can build me a stack I be running through racks

Don't fuck with that boy

We gone charge him off tax

Relax riding round with a gat

Step on that boy he can't Eva come back

All it take is a ten to get a nigga wacked

If we taking yo stick you ain't taking it back

Seem like my only friend Ben Frank AT ALL

I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies

I'm grabbing the sticks

And I'm praying to the reverend

My brethren he grabbing and

Praying to the heaven gates

You owe me some money just know its too late

You can have it just put it up for keep sakes

Whatever you make I make times ten

Where i put on a plate and everybody ate

I just fucked on a opp bitch the otha day

I act just like my daddy my mother say

I keep drankin this drank cause I love the taste

With the gang I won't have it no otha way

Niggas just dick ride to the top

I let the stick ride on a opp

I come from a city they love to hate

I grew up in the trenches the gutta way

You ain't lettin em breath Lett

Uhhhhhhh

Ain't made enough cheese yet

If you owe me some nigga i need that

Two Chains in the trap

I beeze that

Got money coming in every which way

Glock automatic hittas thats the switch way

Country boy coming in tryna get eight

Made Bud hit his ass with the trick play

I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies

He talking bout money but ain't seen a hunnid

Came from the dungin I slay me a dragon and fucked on Reponsul

She thought I knew magic

I just might pour me a ten drank

Fuck me don't care what yo friends thank

I don't wanna hang with none of you rappers

The niggas I'm fucking with Ben Frank

Yeahhhhhh Yeaahhhhhh

Seem like my only friend Ben Frank AT ALL

I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies

I'm grabbing the sticks

And I'm praying to the reverend

My brethren he grabbing and

Praying to the heaven gates

You owe me some money just know its too late

You can have it just put it up for keep sakes

Whatever you make I make times ten

Where I put on a plate and everybody ate