Keep It Coming

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah) (Sebz Beats, baby) A couple drills, but we ain't burn the whip The pole dirty, still ain't swappin' it I'm born ready, niggas scared to live They made a grave so we gotta dig Picture me somewhere on a island countin' racks Picture your ho around the guys, it get bad [Chorus] You said, "Keep it coming" You know I don't know no better, brother On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it Shoot for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it It was kinda different when you died 'cause you was my real homie I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me Bettеr ride for me, won't respеct you if you steal from me [Verse] The way I'm thuggin', it gon' steal a bitch heart super fast When I say, "Pull up", better fuck up on my partners, don't be mad Said you got a round one, thick hips and all, throw it back Party with the winnin' team, we out here blowin' racks I be with the spinnin' camp, they out creatin' packs Know a nigga who died fuckin' with the opps Man, his family must be sad Why would I let you fuck up my plot if I could shoot you in your back? (Bap) When I get angry, I just wanna be right back Bro'nem puttin' up stats for the guys They took that nigga head 'cause they put racks on his ahh I'ma tell you, "Go get that boy for me" 'cause you look bad when you lie" It looks bad when they try When there's a bag, there be crime We ain't showin' no remorse, we watch 'em cry I just came back from a show, like who would imagine this is me? (I'm still bridgecock) Don't matter if it's me or if I'm deep You fell in love too fast, they left you dead up in the streets They clap shit, bet they gon' whack you out that V Get some napkins, you know we cleanin' up the beef I say, "Less talk, fuck it, we gon' do it right now If you walk, I walk, fuck it, say the word right now" [Chorus] You said, "Keep it coming" You know I don't know no better, brother On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it Shoot for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it (It was kinda diff—) It was kinda different ('Cause you was my real homie) I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me (Better ride for me) Won't respect you if you steal from me [Outro: Romo & Duvy] We ain't sign up for this shit No cap We ain't sign up for this shit, my nigga We born in this shit— Like I said Real mafia shit We grew up in this shit, my nigga Hah, real business We ain't chose this route, this route chose us, my nigga Come on, nigga, real business No bap