"Imma Keep" lyrics
For those claming they great, I'm the best yet
And if you throwing down cake, I'm your best bet
You niggas got too much hate in your left breast
Thought when I got more cake, there'll be less stress
I'm either down in my [?] or the west west
Drinking juice jin, me and my nigga Prob finna go in
I'm higher than the price of gas, looking for the nicest ass
If she keep it clean and fuck the team, then she might [?]
My flow tight like biker pants
Front, and them goons on your ass like diaper rash
Not in love with the game, but I like the cash
Tell a nigga jump in my lane, if you like to crash
I'm all kushed up
Tryna drive, so I'll let my dawg twist up
Y'all keep tripping, and think I'm just rapping
I don't talk, I'm really making it happen
And I'ma keep stunting and shining, getting this money
Hey, hey
And I'ma keep chasing the 1's, stacking my paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma keep doing what I want, getting these millions
Yeah
You mad?
You hating
I got a bitch on the west and eastside
One's a pornstar, the other roll my weed tight
A couple hoes back home, I only see at night
A chick down south, to make sure I eat right
Aight, everyday I'm in another state
I'm too far, big steak on the [?] plate
While you starveing, getting paid, I'm through talking
Kill yourself, you're goddamn right, I'm feeling myself
And some tell me that I'm too small
Fuck a jam, I'm in the studio too long
Lifting weights, man, that ain't working out for him
Blowing [?] only way I put pounds on
Damn, I'm all caked up
Gucci on my shoes, not at all laced up
You see I'm living this movie
Call me Young Wizzle, the champ, nigga, I'm Spacely
And I'ma keep stunting and shining, getting this money
Hey, hey
And I'ma keep chasing the 1's, stacking my paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma keep doing what I want, getting these millions
Yeah
You mad?
You hating
And if you throwing down cake, I'm your best bet
You niggas got too much hate in your left breast
Thought when I got more cake, there'll be less stress
I'm either down in my [?] or the west west
Drinking juice jin, me and my nigga Prob finna go in
I'm higher than the price of gas, looking for the nicest ass
If she keep it clean and fuck the team, then she might [?]
My flow tight like biker pants
Front, and them goons on your ass like diaper rash
Not in love with the game, but I like the cash
Tell a nigga jump in my lane, if you like to crash
I'm all kushed up
Tryna drive, so I'll let my dawg twist up
Y'all keep tripping, and think I'm just rapping
I don't talk, I'm really making it happen
And I'ma keep stunting and shining, getting this money
Hey, hey
And I'ma keep chasing the 1's, stacking my paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma keep doing what I want, getting these millions
Yeah
You mad?
You hating
I got a bitch on the west and eastside
One's a pornstar, the other roll my weed tight
A couple hoes back home, I only see at night
A chick down south, to make sure I eat right
Aight, everyday I'm in another state
I'm too far, big steak on the [?] plate
While you starveing, getting paid, I'm through talking
Kill yourself, you're goddamn right, I'm feeling myself
And some tell me that I'm too small
Fuck a jam, I'm in the studio too long
Lifting weights, man, that ain't working out for him
Blowing [?] only way I put pounds on
Damn, I'm all caked up
Gucci on my shoes, not at all laced up
You see I'm living this movie
Call me Young Wizzle, the champ, nigga, I'm Spacely
And I'ma keep stunting and shining, getting this money
Hey, hey
And I'ma keep chasing the 1's, stacking my paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma keep doing what I want, getting these millions
Yeah
You mad?
You hating
