Keto

I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash
That's right (right, right)
If I hit CashApp, press send, okay on the bag
It's on sight (sight, sight)
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life

He might walk down with a stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib
He don't give a fuck who you are, who you is
Yes sir, it's going down like New York metro
These niggas want gas, he got that petrol
So please don't slack 'cause he got that dress code
And if you wanna stop he gon' bring that, "Let's go"
Green light, creep with it
Creep with it, creep with it
Red light, stop
Pop-pop then off with his top
Go off on a opp, get lost when he drops
Set dead, no alive, so he already got blocked
Already hot, feds looking for a drop
But nobody tell 'cause the hood shell-shocked

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
If you come, fuck your braid up on some keto shit
Fam, I used to break the bank on some Dido shit
Now I can work to take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life

Paper-talkin' and speakin' (yeah)
Playin' dirty, this bitch is cheatin'
Try and set a nigga up again (hey)
I'll light this bitch up with a ten
Put the cash in the bag, I need it (need it
Hit a nigga with the right-left either
Sin City, rockin' Jesus pieces (piece)
On top, it's the way I see it (I see it)
Club pay for my drink, don't spill
Turn a lil' nigga to road kill (kill)
I could bet they overwhelmed
All the bad bitches come over here
All the bad bitches
All the bad bitches come over here
All the bad bitches
All the bad bitches come over here

Yeah, don't put it past me
I gave you my number, it was really a tax-free
You be where the pussy is, I be where the cash be
I be where the check be, that's why they be checkin'
I'm makin' all this pussy bitches can't intercept me
Make a nigga think he got it but I'm really pretending
Yeah, he think it's all love, I don't really got none
I don't care what he think 'cause I never gave a fuck

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
If you come, fuck your braid up on some keto shit
Fam, I used to break the bank on some Dido shit
Now I can work to take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take my stepfather life