keepit! Lyrics

"October, why the fuck would you do that shit bro

You think you can play with me?

I gotchu"

(On that typa time)

Never gave up when I shoulda

On that typa time, make ya bitch roll the wood up

Pockets filled with gouda

I've been living good

Just tryna get my food up

I don't know who you bruh

She been tryna fuck my mood up

But I can't let it phase me

Bitch it's SoHD

Don't know why they hate me

I get money lazy

I been going crazy

That bitch found a new man

He look like the fake me

Fuck it ho too bad

Bitch you can't erase me

Pass that hoe to my mans

Feel like Tom Brady

He think he the one but I'm the only one that's sanctioned

How you got a problem, you don't say shit

I don't want no drama, money conversations

If it don't got a comma, I don't read the statement

I've been off the za and perky, feel like fainting

These bitches amp me up, man, I feel like Fanum

I don't understand em

That's why I don't "man up"

You know, I gotta lay low

Bitch, don't come to my show

If you not tryna get low

I need some drugs at my show

I need some drugs in my home

His bitch be calling my phone

Leave me alone

Oh (Brrrrr)

Money keep calling, I pick up that call

I made a way for my bros, we can't fall

Said she the one, but for me, she gon' fold

I know she gon' fold

I been outside

I been on the road

I've seen this before

This shit done got old

So much on my mind

Man this shit keep racing

Had to keep my bitch happy

Van

Cleef

Bracelet

If I give you time

Baby please don't waste it

On the block wasted

In the spot raving

They be mad as fuck, but this is what you made me

I used to be friendly

Til I made some enemies

Can't let you ahead of me

I got hoes overseas

Bro I got hoes to go with every single season

Bitches ain't cheap

Hoes ain't free

Pull up on me

Stay the whole week

This shit for the strong

This ain't for the weak

I've been going so hard, this bitch tryna link

I've been going so hard, this bitch getting neaky

Never gave up when I shoulda

On that typa time, make ya bitch roll the wood up

Pockets filled with gouda

I've been living good

Just tryna get my food up

I don't know who you bruh

She been tryna fuck my mood up

But I can't let it phase me

Bitch it's SoHD

Don't know why they hate me

I get money lazy

I been going crazy

That bitch found a new man

He look like the fake me

Fuck it ho too bad

Bitch you can't erase me

Pass that hoe to my mans

Feel like Tom Brady

He think he the one but I'm the only one that's sanctioned

How you got a problem, you don't say shit

I don't want no drama, money conversations

If it don't got a comma, I don't read the statement

I've been off the za and perky, feel like fainting

These bitches amp me up, man, I feel like Fanum

I don't understand em

That's why I don't "man up"

Yeah

Never gave up when I shoulda