Keeping Tabs Lyrics

I been keeping tabs ain't gotta worry bout that

I been pushing weight ya like a thumbtack

I might get you hit if you try me with my pack

Homie stay strapped n he come with a big gat

Injured myself put some ice where my wrist at

It's so froze up no you cannot miss that

Know these boys fake so that's why I keep a rat trap

Runnin this shit ya I'm bouta make another lap

I'm a nice guy but I still got ghetto ties

Ya I know slimes that'll do ya for a dime

I been doin work in the basement on my grind

Shorty really want me cause I know how to rhyme

Started off with crystals now its sellin pics online

Started off with drugs now it's burgers in the lime

Ya I've got beef I'm jus waiting on the time

Rogers got a bounty on his head full time

Peter piper picked a pack of cookies now I'm smoking it

I just got the bag bubble gum now I'm rollin it

I just got a bitch she a freak I let my brodies hit

I heard you got bread send the addy bitch I'm toastin it

Bap bap bap that's the choppa come n get it

Clap clap clap throw that ass I'ma spin it

Chat chat chat why they chattin on my business?

Rack rack racks count the racks now I'm grinnin

I been keeping tabs ain't gotta worry bout that

I been pushing weight ya like a thumbtack

I might get you hit if you try me with my pack

Homie stay strapped n he come with a big gat

Injured myself put some ice where my wrist at

It's so froze up no you cannot miss that

Know these boys fake so that's why I keep a rat trap

I been picking Violets in the late night Autumn weather

I just took your girl cause you said that I couldn't get her

Yes I am a sweet boy but I won't give her my sweater

This shit cost 3 hunnid n she said that made her wetter

All my girlies bad ya they 10s or they better

Asking me for favours ima hit you back never

They ain't like me back then now they see my G sweater

Now they saying "Nash every song is getting better!"

I just did a show n had the city girls jumpin

Take em to the telly bust a line now they bumpin

White boy from the Belly but my homies get to thumpin

Dirt bikes in the street watch me get to clutch dumpin

Bap bap bap that's the choppa come n get it

Clap clap clap throw that ass I'ma spin it

Chat chat chat why they chattin on my business?

Rack rack racks count the racks now I'm grinnin

I been keeping tabs aunt gotta worry bout that

I been pushin weight ya

I might get you hit

Homie stay strapped n he come w a big gat

Injured myself

Miss that

So that's why I keep a rat trap

Runnin this shit ya I'm bouta make another lap