Choppa Diablo & Yung Abel - Keep Sleeping

Beats
Break it down rollin up pressure we smokin loud
Just caught a opp another nigga in the fuckin clouds
Link with bag in Flint burn the booth down
Why you playin on my phone askin if I blew your boo down
You cant run the same play you gotta switch it up
Hit the yola with the acetone you gotta mix it up
Anytime guns involve niggas they bitchin' up
Choppa gotta chop send your nigga come pick him up
I dive in that rainforest like a spider monkey
I'm too strong i let a Detroit tiger jump me
I hit her one time i can't wife a junkie
Try to call my phone who is this you triflin dummy
Every track I talk, hella spicy like a red ass
No i can't share my location with your fed ass
I'm usually too fucked up on friday im like craig ass
Turn a white boy trucker hat to a red hat
They said i need to post a song this stony music
You cap every lyric, thats phony music
You the type to never shoot you let homie do it
I'm the type to drop you with blick then let homie use it
I brought the choppa out the trunk lets bust somethin
Eat my dick lil freak bitch you tryna suck somethin
You been on the road for a week but still aint touch nothin
I been in the city gettin cheese i clutch hundreds
Aint no lil broing me im a big stepper
I dont need a scale to bag it up this shit measured
Only thing I'm lookin for is act
Only thing I'm lookin for act this shit treasured
Break it down rollin up pressure we smokin loud
Just caught a opp another nigga in the fuckin clouds
Bout to link with bag in Flint burn the booth down
Why you playin on my phone askin if I blew your boo down
You can t run the same play you gotta switch it up
Hit the yolo with the acetone you gotta mix it up
Anytime guns evolve niggas they bitchin' up
Chop got a chopper, send yo nigga come pick him up
Got a plug on the acid pull up for the lsd
10k for a verse boy, you smokin 10 a g
Got a cpn hittin all the way in Tennessee
This that wocky baby i dont do the Hennessy
Blowing cookie in the whip got it kinda hard to breathe
Ten ids on me i got jesse jake and steve
Ima pull up for a mouth let me get it then i leave
Why you low ballin on my phone thats my pet peeve
Put a deuce on my sweater now I got a wet sleeve
I be chillin out in Cuba when i get my next key
Yeah your baby daddy broke he be usin text free
Sellin pussy kinda smart why you havin sex free
Im in Flint in the shoe got me hotter than a stove sign
Sissy hella good she get the car with the bow tie
800 score I be hittin with that profile
Check the Gmail, log in and got the cold file
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Written by:
Takeem Moore

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