Keep Up Lyrics

Fuck i look trusting a nigga for something

Do all that faking and rapping in person

And knowing a bitch ain't gon listen for nothing

I told him calm down lil daddy

You acting as something you not

My tolerance 0 for you trynna play the hero

When you do too much you getting blocked

How you in LA and riding in lambos

But when you come back just using your toes

Broke niggas always gone flex but it shows

You ain't even having bitch ain't that your bros?

Speaking of brothers i'm thanking my mom

Cause all of em with it just ask em on God

One got some cards for the trips colorado

Comparing to diesel and even gelato

My shit easy top those give em a follow

Popping some bottles

Airing the hollows

Celebrate with the ones looking like models

Working tonight so i'll hit him tomorrow

Nobody with me on scary shit

It ain't no bitch that's comparing with it

When i step in these bitches be staring shit

Cause they know i'm the one

Ain't nobody to second i swear it so quit it

Oh you on the come up i ain't get the memo

And same with your funds you lying huh

Tell that bitch humble herself i'm

Pulling they cards they fucking up trying her

I need the bag right now ain't no re up

I'm still making moves now with my feet up

Can't do no 180

I'm taking this bitch to the top let's see if you keep up

Professional stunner

Why you think they all want her

Kay young gunna need 200

Needing the cash advance and even deposits

As long as im getting them numbers

If i can't have you right now

I'll go running that route and make sure to bag me up another

Thought he was one of a kind he out of his mind

I block him and hit up his brother

And i'm more turnt than the bitches on bourbon street

Touching them blues them blues they turning me

If you hit up reply with some urgency

Cause i'm quick to move on no warning or courtesy

That nigga on call triple a

I just got two more just today

Locking the back door they be playing

I play with cheat codes fuck you saying

To get in this gate you need codes and numbers

My bitches is bad you get nothing from us

Thought i was cuffing forgot it was summer (Streets uhhhh)

Bitch i be running

Don't make a bad bitch choose

Unless your feelings on the lockdown

Cause if he playing games about my wallet i'm gon walk out

Oh you on the come up i ain't get the memo

And same with your funds you lying huh

Tell that bitch humble herself i'm

Pulling they cards they fucking up trying her

I need the bag now ain't no re up

I'm still making moves now with my feet up

Can't do no 180 i'm taking this bitch to the top let's see if you keep up

Real shit