DaiThaTwin & Bookz - Keep Up (feat. StaxXxOtto)

Ej shut yo bitch ass up bruh
Here it go though I got the magic for you right here just shut up and listen
That ain't this no this not that
This is all facts I speak no cap
Can't get no sleep just run up racks
No we can't match just grab them bags
Can't do no favors ain't no tabs
Fuck them haters they all gab
Count this paper leave em mad
Ball like a laker now they sad
All I know is get a bag
Pass that hoe off if she trash
Now she tweaking hoe relax
If you ain't for the good you bad
If she bad then I might bag
I can't cap out for no rats
She gone go we up them racks
N them poles cuz we stay strapped
Both ways
Won't raw dog a hoe no way
Jus nut then I'm gone leave no trace
Disrespect then he gone closed case
Couple cones then I'm on in mode aye
We ate now it's gone left no plates
Won't stop till I'm on in a wraith
U ain't gang then get on its no space
Aye
If you bout a bag let's run it up
Niggas be mad can't fuck with us
Straight pop a seal den double cup
Making these hits like one and done
No we can't link not one of us
We came in deep don't try it bruh
Put em to sleep no crying cous
No capping he sweet he just acts
Bags ain't cheap I'm gone tax
My style ain't free I'm gone wax
What I say on these beats is all facts
No cap in my rap cuz we get involved
I'm here for the paper man I want it all
I ball like a laker shout out to my dawgs
Can't fuck with a hater jus moving they jaws
His bitch n in the room she dripping her draws
That ain't this no this not that
This is all facts I speak no cap
Can't get no sleep just run up racks
No we can't match just grab them bags
Can't do no favors ain't no tabs
Fuck them haters they all gab
Count this paper leave em mad
Ball like a laker now they sad
No fake
Niggas is bitches they gone hate
Doing the dash it's no chase
Niggas is mad okay
If it's bout a bag no delay
I'm running this shit like ah relay I'm tweaking I been up for three days
I'm smoking I'm mellow I'm cozy
Nah I don't fuck with no phonies
I'm balling like Kobe don't act like you know me
I'm chilling with gang and we move as a unit you try us then we is in motion
Bitch I be rolling right off of that potion that drank it be helping me focus
Up in the jungle with lions and tigers and bears and these niggas that fumble
I need my bag on the double
Fuck that I need my cash in ah duffle
Me and the money a couple love that wouldn't be shocked if we cuddled
I was too humble to people that capped on me
Switch my lanes like ah shuffle
Quarantine clean its in me not on me so please don't get close to my bubble
Uh
Run in this shit like ah huddle nothing about me is subtle
I call up Bookz niggas is bitches I told em to go get the muzzle
Put it together like puzzles
Niggas my sons they riding the wave hold on tight to your buckle
Twin
That ain't this no this not that
This is all facts I speak no cap
Can't et no sleep just run up racks
No we can't match just grab them bags
Can't do no favors ain't no tabs
Fuck them haters they all gab
Count this paper leave em mad
Ball like a laker now they sad
Ball like a laker now they sad
We been in our bag done blew it so fast
We still counting up so we ain't looked back
These niggas be hating I see why they mad
But we ain't gone slip I gotta hundred hoes on my list
I gotta 22 with a grip
I ain't gotta tell you you know I won't miss
I don't gotta trip you know we done leveled up
All this gas got the twin stuck
Me and Bookz on the eway gunning
We done seen a trooper he ain't brake or nothing
We was road running getting money and we done switched whips like 3 different times
We ain't been sliding in buckets these niggas got money well why do they walk all the time
I done seen two Feins share a line
I seen a shhhh I damn near went blind
Niggas be calling me asking for favors and cash I know it so I hit decline
I don't got time
I don't got time I don't got time I don't got time
Nigga aye
That ain't this no this not that
This is all facts I speak no cap
Can't et no sleep just run up racks
No we can't match just grab them bags
Can't do no favors ain't no tabs
Fuck them haters they all gab
Count this paper leave em mad
Ball like a laker now they sad
That ain't this no this not that
This is all facts I speak no cap
Can't et no sleep just run up racks
No we can't match just grab them bags
Can't do no favors ain't no tabs
Fuck them haters they all gab
Count this paper leave em mad
Ball like a laker now they sad

Written by:
DEMARIUS EDWARDS, KAELYN BEHR, NIC MARTIN

Publisher:
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