Keep It Flee Lyrics

Fuck up a check, fuck up a band

Stick to the plan, doing my dance

Keeping it fly, keeping it flee

Yuh (Fuck up a what?)

Fuck up a check, fuck up a band

Stick to the plan, doing my dance

Keeping it fly, keeping it flee

Yuh (Keeping it what?)

Fuck up a check

Fuck up a band (Fuck up a what?)

I got a plan

Dirty like Dan (Dirty like what?)

Keep it moving, keeping it grooving (Keeping it what?)

Fucking with my team, we get to shooting (Gang)

Swallow this cinnamon, follow my synonyms

I am a villain, hype off the Ritalin

Lyrical, cynical syllables

Prophesize something so critical

I am incredible

Lit off the chemical from something medicinal

I feel invincible

Senpapi original

Simplistic and biblical

(Uh)

(Hold on)

Like Hova, I'm throwing up the diamonds

Check my chain, I'm insane

Throwing hundreds out just to make it rain

And don't complain when ya bitch try ride with me up in the Range

Rover, bend her over, and she telling me to show her

While she asking "Will I choke her?"

But I really do not know her

So it's a shame that this dame only fucking for the fame

You a lame, I'll explain

I am cash, you is change

Zipped up and strapped up

Shawty know I like it backed up

Disrespect the clique, you get packed up

Shit bang like a Mack truck

So send him in to get hacked up

And them black bags get wrapped up in the Mack truck out back, bruh

Gon' serve him up like outback, yuh

Fuck up a check, fuck up a band

Stick to the plan, doing my dance

Keeping it fly, keeping it flee

Yuh (Fuck up a what?)

Fuck up a check, fuck up a band

Stick to the plan, doing my dance

Keeping it fly, keeping it flee

Yuh (Keeping it what?)

Fuck up a check

Fuck up a band (Fuck up a what?)

I got a plan

Dirty like Dan (Dirty like what?)

Keep it moving, keeping it grooving (Keeping it what?)

Fucking with my team, we get to shooting (Gang)

In the sky, taking flight

Living life mellow but I'm fucking hype

Nose full of white

Blunt full of purple, we smoking on that Urkel

Swimming in the money, think I might need a snorkel

Blowing hell of a loud and it sound just like a symphony

Look up at the clouds and I might have an epiphany

Throw some hundreds out and they blue, call it rain

Go two lines back, that's a shout to T-Pain

It's iconic how my psychotic flow is just so melodic

I can't stop it or drop it

I rock it and chop, chop, to chop it

And screw it, that's how I do it

Change up and bring up the pace little by little

Hell bent on being heaven sent

Committing sins to get committed with the Christians

I reckon the reverend remembers my record

Been beating his ass all in some checkers

No converse or sation

Don't believe in God but I sold my soul to Satan

For cheap gold and what Royce rolls

I mean Rolls Royce

It's my choice to smoke fat doinks

I need a bad bitch with nice tits and thick ass hips

To sit on my lap and clap that for all these racks

Ya dig?