Babyfxce E and Lil Darius - Keep It P

(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah
Nigga
Come on

Fuck slidin' a lot, we do it in the street (uh-huh)
Nigga, I'll keep one up top, you gotta stay on P
Chrome Heart for my top, Amiri on my jeans
I got a Glock inside them, I bet your ass ain't peep
Slidin' in the street, a nigga tweak, I'ma hit his top
I swear to God I made a ten before six o'clock (on God)
Nigga, you can't up the score on us, I got that shit on lock
You cryin' about three-hundred dollars, I got that in my pop
That ain't shit, started rappin', now I'm rich
You would catch me with a bitch and I'll still take your bitch
Trick on her, then give her ass back after I hit
Keep it P, you won't catch me out here flashin' with my stick

I'm with Babyfxce E, and we got vibes in here
Play with me, this on game, we gon' take it there
Up the Drac', make it sing just like Katy Perry
I like it bald, kick her out if that pussy hairy (facts)
Fuck her good, make her cream, where de Rose at?
Blew a ten up in Neimans, now they go to Saks
Was sixteen in my hood with a hundred racks
You can ask my big homie, nigga, that's all facts
I be ballin' like the March Madness, Chrome Heart on my jacket
Ridin' in a Trackhawk but bitches tryna give me cat
Bossed up, I fuck with rich hoes, fuck all my exes
In my session, it don't be nothin' but hoes, you would think I'm sexist

I'm with Darius, and we turned up in the A
Left the shoot with all fast cars, you swervin' lane to lane
I just fucked the first day and she don't even know my name
Cracked the bitch first and then I put her on the gang, that's on gang
We got hoes in here (yeah)
Open up the bag, we got poles in here
Ass fat, I'm tryna fuck, and she know I'm is
Then I hit her from the back, so I know it's real
Call me E, I'm the one that get the strikers from the D
I spent money with the hoes, they don't like you 'cause you cheap
Keep a blick on me, I just don't feel right without the heat (at all)
Try to talk and she don't speak, bro, I like my bitches mean

Ha
I know E from the Flint not the D
Ha, I like hoes that don't trip, they keep it P
Before the rap, I was servin' pounds in them streets
I think I'm a nerd, I sip drank and geeked
I'm with Babyfxce E, we some young niggas (young niggas)
Got a bitch with a bitch, I'm beyond tempted
580 Benz, this shit's not a rental
They got my homie in the pen', I wish he had a pencil
I wish my doggy would've stayed in school
Free my nigga, we was just sharin' shoes
Now I'm fuckin' IG models drinkin' '42, uh
I went havin' green, now my pocket full of blues

Written by:
Abdel Rahman Hesham, Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Marlon Lafayette Brown, William Boyette

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